A Thursday Afternoon Carpenter Existential Experience!

Greetings, hola, guten tag, ni how, and yadda yadda. I swear the month of February exists only to mess with people's sense of time, space, and perception. 2024 is already six weeks old, we never really had winter in Yinzburgh, and I can't tell if the days are getting longer (sort

Wide Right: Tuesday Wide Right Thread

Wide right. Wide right wide right wide right; wide right wide right! Wide Right wide right, wide right Wide Right. Wide right wide right- wide RIGHT. Wide. Right. Seriously though- it's a fair cop, guv. A flawed and beat-up team got Got by another flawed and beat-up team with a better coach. It sucks that

Satisfaction: Tuesday Open Thread

Oh that's the stuff. That...that's what Daddy needed. Ok, that got weird, but stay with me, gang. Not every game was what you might call a Barn Burner. And I'm sorry to my Iggles brethren and sistren. The Universe had to balance the scales after giving us the gift of three quarters of

Your Yinzer/Wing How Did We Get Here Playoff Afternoon Thread

  Well... For the life of me, I still cannot piece together this season. We saw QB2s all the way to QB102, all of which were still better than Uncle Jack Pickett, Kissin' Tittay Truthbisket, and especially MILF Hunter Z. As always, our pugilist, law-talkin' aquatic mammal's write up about the weekend's

The Man With The Mop: Tuesday Open Thread

The NFL wastes no time chivvying its fans on to The Next Thing once the gratuitous bro-hugs-on-the-sidelines shots are finished- sometimes not even that long. I can't be certain, but within ten seconds of the game-clinching Tuaception Sunday night it seemed like NBC was blaring ads about HOT PLAYOFF ACTION.