…work out. Just not with a p*ssy on your back holding you down.
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I just cannot wait for the Olympics this year.
Philadelphia sports has entered an enlightened age.
A feel good era where the World Series Championship and the Dog Fighting Champion eclipse Willy Penn and his once threatening historic curse. In this era of hope we find ourselves bearing witness to a new fan!
Fans that do not have to follow a team for the year only to find out that once again their favorite Philadelphia team will not be going anywhere but into training for next year. No! I say! Philadelphia is once again flourishing besieged of shame, that is if we ignore the transportation system, politics, loss of libraries, recreational places, parks and an increase in police.
Goodbye to the old ways and hello to the new ones!
Here in lies example A:
We shall see a father who is with his daughter and due to the Phillies’ mighty batting and strong pitching is not drunk, angry, and abusive.
Had we witnessed the father five years ago and you might have found the child following the ball (down to the lower level).
The big underdogs, known as the Temple Owls, surprised everybody this season by coming from behind and capturing the A-10 championship from St. Joe’s. They advance to the NCAA tournament for the first time since 2001. Time for the big show baby!
Apparently, it’s not a burning cross…it’s a flaming cross.
Shout-out to abarclay (in all her splendor) for locating this gem.
But of course, it doesn’t even compare to the Pelé of monster music vids–”Soccer Practice” by the one, the only, Johnny McGovern.
Can I get an “O“?
Can I get another “O“?
Can I get an “H“?
Can I get an “I“?
What’s that spell?
Thanks to my man eddiebear for reporting on this little woops.
And now, courtesy of our good friend eddiebear, we bring you this week’s NFL Analysis…