Shockingly, the owners approved the new playoff format.
It's one extra wild-card game per conference.
Using MATH, nfl.com worked out that the move to 14 playoff teams means 43.7 percent of all NFL teams would qualify for the postseason, compared to 33.3 percent in MLB (33.3), 51.6 in
Someone close to me died recently. Sadly, it was his choice. And as best I can tell he made that choice because he didn't like himself. Or thought other people didn't like him. Either way, that sucks.
He couldn't help it. Intellectually I understand that. Emotionally, I'm still pretty broken up.
I believe we have a winner.
58. “In honor of Veteran’s Day I’ve taken a shot of Bulleit and neglected to adequately provide mental health services to myself.” beats 59. “If Garrett had only hit a woman with that helmet he’d be back by Week 14.” 32-12
And there you have it. A champion
Welcome friends and fellow gleeful shut-ins (A world where staying at home all week is not only acceptable but encouraged is something I've dreamed of all my adult life) to the second round of the Theoretical Women's World Curling Championships! Held this year in the filthy, stench-filled sewer lovely and totally normal
I hope you are all following the "Safer At Home" or "Stay at Home" orders. It's critical that we stop the spread of the disease before it kills people we love. It's not a matter of just staying at home though. Please don't take any unnecessary chances or put
A plague had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, (except for pretty much all them that had come before), or so hideous, (although actually leprosy, bubonic plagues, and most hemorrhagic fevers were probably more hideous), or so subject to a 24/7 media addicted to ratings
It comes down to this, a clichéd saying that means you don't have anything better to say. But I do!
It's been a rough month in the world. In short, it's all gone to hell, even if we're not all gonna die. We think. Unless you're a disciple of BOLTMAN. In
As with many communities across the country, my locale has instituted martial law beginning 2 hours ago. Well, martial law might be an overstatement I suppose, but not by much. But according to them I'm not allowed to go anywhere. And I could be fined and/or jailed if I'm not
INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY
DJ 3000 sits alone in the office, a single LED blinking lazily. It is very quiet. A flush is heard down the hallway. A few moments later the PRODUCER enters, wearing a bathrobe. A toothbrush is poking out of his mouth. As DJ 3000 cycles out
Happy Friday my socially distant friends. Have we all gone stir crazy yet? Were we already crazy to begin with? I think if you're here reading this, the answer to either of those questions is probably yes, so we might as well make the most of our collective insanity and
John, gotta say: all this virus stuff is making me think we might not get to be out there on the gridiron for quite a while.
I'm worried too, brother. What's it gonna take? I mean, you know better than anyone that I've spent days at a time in the film
We're living in odd times right now. This virus isn't going to be the end of mankind. I promise. But it has changed just about everyone's way of life. At least for the time being.
Restrictions on social interactions. Restrictions on travel. Nearly every sporting event cancelled or postponed.
And school closings.