This is currently the third top story on ESPN. Carson Wentz left a big ole $500 tip at his local watering hole in North Dakota. Which is all fine and dandy, good for Wentz for picking up the bill. But what’s with this new trend in exposing player tips?
God damn I love when professional athletes mix it up with the rest of us. Dez Bryant is unlike other athletes. He won’t just pretend not to hear the criticism. It’s always funny to me when athletes act like word doesn’t get to them.
Let Martellus speak! You don’t have to agree with what the former Bears/Cowboys tight end says. You just need to be a fan of athletes speaking their mind. Martellus Bennett shouldn’t be confined by the shackles of Goodell and the Belichickian regime.
Week 4 marked the first BYE week of the season meaning Cousins League managers who spend more time driving Nissans and less time listening to Keyshawn had to make split-second roster decisions that could alter their fantasy fate forever. Tinkering with your fantasy lineup while driving is a lot like texting while driving except with less nude pictures to take your attention away from the road.
The Cousins League is a “beat your opponent” sort of league. It’s not about scoring the most points every week. It’s about scoring more points than whomever the schedule artificially dictates. Sometimes this fact gets lost in a “how can I maximize my point total” fantasy mindset– which is a bad habit encouraged by “experts” like Matthew Berry and your neighbor’s landscaper who played in one fantasy league in 2009 (he came in fourth and won’t stop talking about it).
How do you replace injured players when there’s nobody on the waiver wire and your team sucks? It’s a question as old as time itself. And honestly there’s not a lot of options. But with astute trade offers, a can-do attitude, and access to every team’s roster via the LM tools, you can easily trade yourself a five-tool running back who will not only pick up yards on the ground, he’ll also pick up your grandma’s dry-cleaning just before closing time.
Can you say drama? Week 1 of the Cousins Fantasy Football League was like an episode of Grey’s Anatomy except your girlfriend probably wasn’t next to you with a bag of tissues. Or maybe she was, it’s not like I was sitting outside your apartment complex with a bag of stogies and a portable radio so I could follow my own team while I watched you watch yours.
It’s just like when you buy a gallon of milk at the store. You’re using that jug to wash down a couple dozen chocolate chip cookies and then you’re done. If you leave it in the fridge it will eventually sour.
It’s the moment Brian Windhorst has been waiting his whole summer for. He’s been camped outside LeBron’s house just waiting for a tip. He’s been snooping around Dan Gilbert’s office like Costanza avoiding Steinbrenner.
I don’t get why news outlets are calling this “a serious fistfight.” That’s just a Tuesday down in Baton Rouge. If you want to criticize Fournette on anything, you can maybe say he was a little slow on the counter jab.
You can’t have it both ways. You can either be a professional football player fighting for a roster spot in mini camp, or you can be a Don Juan brings chicks back to your room. That’s the sort of attitude Jeff Fisher instills in his players.
I believed in you, Evan. After watching Chad clown all over you in the Bachelorette, I thought you could overhaul your image in Paradise.
Coleslaw? We talkin’ bout… coleslaw? Not a roast beef sandwich, not a three-pound bacon chili cheeseburger, not a chicken pesto, mozzarella panini with fries.
I love a good cornerback beef. Two of the best in the game jarring at each other from across training camp is a great way to pump me up for the NFL season. But this isn’t your typical war stemming from on-field shenanigans.
I’d rather watch a Seinfeld episode that I’ve seen a thousand times over 20 seconds of pole vaulting. I find more drama in a Chopped mystery basket than I do in a Tunisian traversing a balance beam. Call me unpatriotic.
The problem is our streets are littered with youths who’d rather find fake Pokemon than a real girlfriend. At least in the new Netflix series Stranger Things, Mike was looking for both. Yeah, he was searching for a gate to a new dimension, but he was also macking Elle on the side. No shame in that.
Not everyone who watches The Bachelorette is a sports fan. And not every sports fan watches The Bachelorette. But damnit if I could draw out a Venn Diagram right now I think there’d be more overlap than people wanna admit.
You gotta expect this. Like I said I’m cool with Draymond sending out a cock shot but if you post if for the whole world to see, you’re gonna get shit from your teammates. It’s like accidentally ripping a fart in spanish class.
I’m not into horror movies and scary shows generally, but the backbone of the show (the writing) is there so I’m chugging through the frightening shit to figure out what the hell happened to Will Byers. Who’s Will Byers? I’m glad you asked.
Well that’ll wake you up in the morning. The potential first lady is plastered all over the internet fully naked for the world to see. The question is how will Donald Trump spin this?
Group sing-alongs are important. In fact they may be the most integral part of friendships. Ever take an impromptu trip to 7-11 with the windows down? Or a McDonalds run after a raucous high school party?
First things first can we stop calling this a “mistake.” Putting your dong as your my story instead of sending it to its intended recipient is what I would call an “accident.”
So what should Rudy Gay do? Keep making oddly aggressive comments? Shut up and let the Kings keep drafting centers? Sit out until Sacramento releases him or deals him to a contender? I have no idea.
I’m not a Pokemon Go guy. I was obsessed with Pokemon back when I was a kid, played the blue and red on game boy, organized my collection in binders, the whole shebang. But I’m leaving those memories in the past.
Josh Gordon played this beautifully. He knew hanging around Johnny Manziel wouldn’t be great for his brand. He knew he’d be pigeon-holed as a druggie. A guy hanging with the wrong crowd.
Everyone’s saying this is a dumb move by Aldon Smith. He didn’t alter his voice, or throw out a fake name, or show any remorse for doing a popular recreational drug in his own home that doesn’t hurt anyone or reduce his 40 time.
Of course Le’Veon Bell missed his drug test. He’s so focused on getting ready for the season and not driving around smoking blounts with LeGarrette Blount that he totally forgot about his appointment.
So apparently Doug Christie’s wife checks his balls to see if he’s cheated on her. Listen, I’m no authority on marriage, but I think if Jackie Christie is grabbing Doug by the wings every time he steps in the house, their marriage may need a little more trust.
Huge allegation here if true. To think that a star athlete would be petty enough to sic a bunch of robbers on a dude just because he tarnished his name? I would expect James Harden to go with a more direct approach.
I feel for DeAndre Jordan. He’s part of a dying breed, like newspaper reporters or people that drive cars. Soon enough teams will strut out five-guard offenses and gigantic guys that can’t hit free throws will be obsolete.