The team at DFO is committed to brightening the world with insights, observations, and dick jokes. This mailbag feature is just one more way in which we extend our mission beyond football to the rest of life’s broad and multi-chromatic palette. While the NFL season is over until THE SHIELD cranks up the
The team at DFO is committed to brightening the world with insights, observations, and dick jokes. This mailbag feature is just one more way in which we extend our mission beyond football to the rest of life’s broad and multi-chromatic palette. Fantasy football questions still welcome but by no means required. If you
Thanks to those who participated in the debut edition of Mouth Flies Open, the don't-call-it-a-sequel revamped reboot of the DFO Advice Mailbag. We had some great questions, some meh questions, and some hopefully entertaining if not-cranked-all-the-way-to-eleven-illuminating advice. The only way this advice column works is with audience participation--from DFOers, your friends,
WEEK ONE OF THE PRESEASON WOOOOOOOOOO....
Who's ready to watch sixth-round draft picks from Middle Tennessee State run into undrafted guys from Cal-Poly and Mount Union?! This is our methadone for the four weeks, before our six month heroin bender begins.
24 teams (that's 75% of the league; MATH!) play tonight. Here's
The new Panthers owner is going to be David Tepper, the Appaloosa Management hedge fund creator who is also a minority owner of the Steelers.
He's worth $11 billion, and is apparently paying $2.2 billion in cash.
Higher bids were turned down in favour of a single buyer paying
Banner image via Kingman County News
Folks we are less than two weeks from the start of Free Agency, and while the NFL doesn't have a "hot stove", it most certainly has a hot cauldron of lust. Or something.
Errybody's got lists of top NFL free agents, but as our own yeahright has
It's a rainy Sunday noonish, and a man with a violin is finishing his teaching for the day. Yes, of course it's Senor Weaselo, who else would it be?
Senor: All right, done for the day. Maybe I'll get a bagel and a haircut?
His phone starts ringing and popping up on the
Today is the last day of the regular season at The Nat, so forgive me if the preview is short. I'm excited because people will be throwing their unused gift certificates at us, and the kegs we don't drain we drink! I'm taking a cab home because I anticipate being
(The terrifying truth, of course, was the steroids.)
And now, I think it's the news!
Only 59 days until football! Real football! That counts in the standings! 24 days until I Can't Believe It's Football, the Hall of Fame Game! And 12 days until the first team's first practice! (That would
Ladies, Gentlemen and Beings of Inconceivable Horror, welcome to yet another guest edition of the Beer Barrel without Make It Snow. I am Low Commander of the Super Soldiers and much like Mattingly's sideburns, you just can't get rid of me. But fear not, for I have an extra special edition
Seriously, I can't be the only one miffed, nay, irked, that the Stanley Cup Final goes in June at this point. In what world is there ice in fucking June? Other than, you know, the Southern Hemisphere since it's winter there. (For what it's worth, I also have beefs with