We are four humble men who love sports, but hate sports commentary. Peter Gammons is our hero and John Madden is our enemy. If you were to ask us our purpose, our answer would be simple: "We are forever locked in Mortal Kombat for the souls of sports fans everywhere. Statistics are our science and 'the immeasurable character of men' is the obsolete religion of blind faith. Our job is to prove that God doesn't exist and that athletes are merely cold, metal machines with no hearts or souls."
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Friday, February 20, 2009
Clutchios
They call this cereal Clutchio's. (Derek Jeter cried)
(Also, Wheaties aren't the "breakfast of champions." Sterioids are)
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