I’m finished. I’m breaking up with football.
Next time you expect your girl to get you an ice cream or coffee when you scream your lungs out, think twice and offer to get it for her while she watches the game. She is more similar to the game than you actually think.
Enough with this bullsh*t that Roger Goodell is “doing the right thing.” Please. This is the NFL. Violence is not only encouraged, violence is the product. And we are happy to pay billions of dollars every year to feed our voracious appetite for it.
If your wife — or god forbid your daughter — was assaulted in the same manner as Rice’s wife, would you still conclude a two-game suspension to be an appropriate punishment?
Thank baby Jesus, football is back!
“Some people think football [soccer] is a matter of life and death. I assure you, it’s much more serious than that.”
It seems that even in 2014 a gay man can’t shower — let alone be in the same locker room as — straight men.
Reserve football time for getting your own stuff done.
I am a girl who loves her football because of many reasons (none being the tight uniforms). To name a few, there’s greasy food, heavy quantities of beer, and the privilege to yell at your TV without judgment.
New York City sucks compared to Cleveland.