I recently received this brand, new super-fancy book from my friendly neighborhood, book supplier… but since it’s about soccer, I thought I’d auction it off to wisest of my soccer readers. I know you’re out there. I’m just going to Continue reading
I am a fashion plate and not only because I have a closet full of clothes and have seen Zoolander about 57 times. On the contrary, I am a fashion plate because I wear what’s comfortable (and it generally matches), Continue reading
I sat at a bar I had never been to the other day. It was a cheesy, nothing special kind of place with tan, wooden booths and only beer and wine, no liquor. I was having a pint of the Continue reading
This just in! Soccer’s corrupt. Wait, you already knew that. That’d be like telling you the sky is blue or Adrian Peterson has poor parenting skills. In news that came as a shock to no one, FIFA’s Sepp Blatter resigned Continue reading
I strolled into my bar the other day, five to ten minutes late for lack of sleep but still confident I could set up the place in time to show every customer, from my first to my last, the finest Continue reading
Apparently some of us are having a tough time keeping our clothes on these days.
There are two schools of thought when it comes to NFL eliminator pools. For those of you who don’t know, when it comes to sports betting, eliminator pools are perhaps the most entertaining way to gamble on the NFL season.
We take a break from talking about football to talk about, well… football. Just not of the oblong variety.
Following in the embarrassing footsteps of Eugene Robinson, Eddie Murphy and Hugh Grant, David Beckham has become the most recent star to be accused of attaining ahem… “hired help.”
So much of modern sport has boiled down to an athlete ‘selling the call.’