Is this a bit of an overreaction on my part? Maybe, but why be a fan if you can’t get excited about a major organizational change that seems to be the right move? It might also be the fact that I’m in a good mood because the Bengals haven’t had the chance to break my heart yet today. Continue reading
Today was just like any other Sunday. I had some chili brewing in the slow-cooker while I was waiting on the early NFL games to start and I was already trying to decide which wall to punch a hole through if the Bengals decided to break my heart. The topic of Patrick Mahomes’ voice came up in the Mac Household so I did a Google search to see what gems were out there on the internet with voice-mashups and funny antidotes about the breakout QB’s extremely unique voice.
Pretty normal, tame stuff. No harm, no foul. Then I came across this head-scratcher: Continue reading
Now that you’re here, I have something to say:
Fuck. The. NCAA.
If you haven’t heard, there was a very scary situation Saturday in Nashville during the Tennessee State-Vanderbilt game. Christion Abercrombie, a linebacker for Tennessee State suffered a life-threatening injury that required emergency surgery after collapsing and becoming unresponsive on the sideline. This wasn’t a case of a guy leading with his helmet or someone taking a cheap shot that resulted in a serious situation. In fact, that doesn’t even matter in any situation as serious as this. Human beings play the game of football, and regardless of the jersey they wear or how they hurt themselves, you never want to see someone’s life end prematurely because of the game they play. Now, with that said, I always thought it would’ve been kinda cool for Jefe to pull a Tim Krumrie in some Thursday night MACtion. Can you imagine the party we could’ve had at our house when he returned from the hospital with bolts in his leg? We would’ve played the injury on loop throughout the house on every TV so we knew why we were drinking and who we were drinking for. Jefe Palooza 2.0. I’ll tell ya about 1.0 someday.. when you’re ready. Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but when I heard there was a bunch of free beer to be had when the Browns finally earned their first victory in over 600 days, I expected anarchy the moment the clock struck 0:00. I was looking forward to it because I love watching videos on Twitter of fans destroying their own cities after a big win. Usually it’s for a championship, but a victory over the Jets on a Thursday night is about as close to a Super Bowl as the Browns will get for the foreseeable future.
Browns fans drink in sorrow, they drink in victory every few years, and they have no problem getting rowdy in honor of their beloved football team. That’s why I’m a little disappointed in how civil the opening of the beer fridges were. Check it out for yourself. Continue reading
It seems like a monthly, sometimes weekly occurrence where a public figure or athlete is caught with a burner account on social media. Is Dez Bryant our most recent casualty to Burneraccountitis?
I can see that.
It’s time to put the Debbies in Boston on notice. Dat Dude has arrived.
Brandon Phillips has had a strange post-Cincinnati career. The surefire Reds Hall of Famer (talkin’ Cincy, not Cooperstown) was shipped out of town for pennies on the dollar after waiving his no-trade clause to play for his hometown team, the Atlanta Braves. Not only did the Reds send a 3x All-Star, 4x Gold Glove winning, Silver Slugger winning second baseman to Atlanta, THEY PAID THEM $13 million to take him off their hands. Continue reading
Every day I wake up and think I can’t love Joey Votto more than the day before, then he goes and does something like this.
As the great Tom Green said in Stealing Harvard: I wanna be Kyle. I knew this guy at camp. He was maybe 13. He got two girls pregnant, man. Two girls pregnant. Yea, Kyle. Continue reading