Mr. Nice! posted:

The balls to go for a 66 yard field goal is respectable, though.

friend of the family DEATH TURBO posted:

lol at bears fans on bears radio calling for trestman to be fired gently caress you guys you don't deserve poo poo after firing lovie after a winning season

friend of the family DEATH TURBO posted:

lovie still deserved better

DoktorLoken posted:

As one of like 5 Packers fans in a bar in the middle of Chicago, watching the GB/CHI game was extremely satisfying. I almost had a stroke from shouting at the game winning TD pass and luckily wasn't beaten to death by a mob of Bears fans.

Helldump Immunity. posted:

Every shot from a colored man in basketball should only be 3/5ths of a point

Mr. Nice! posted:

2 in 144 years of playing baseball isn't too much to be proud of.

Politicalrancor posted:

I'm considerably amazed that this is the first time people are finding out that rich people are scum

PLANES CURE TOWERS posted:

PLANES CURE TOWERS posted:

You live in Chicago, right?

Aren't you a Cubs fan?

PLANES CURE TOWERS posted:

I used to love the Whalers, once they left I lost any fucks I had for hockey.

PLANES CURE TOWERS posted:

The 30 for 30 on the Detroit Pistons was awesome.

I don't know why- I can't stand watching NBA games, but I love NBA documentaries.

EVA BRAUN BLOWJOBS posted:

I'm trans-dolphin and find Miami's lack of taste in team names offensive.

EVA BRAUN BLOWJOBS posted:

Fucitol posted:

tell them to stop running out of Christmas Ale

shyduck posted:

Someone tried to barehand one of Stanton's homers



The ball won

EVA BRAUN BLOWJOBS posted:

Not professional football, obviously. Is this legal?

maxallen posted:

I was trying to go to sleep a few minutes ago and for some reason the enormity of these events finally hit me and I couldn't stop crying. I have no real life friends who give a poo poo about stock car racing, so this is basically the only place I have to express these feelings, but I really feel the need to express them.

I would like this thread to be about our personal feelings about the death of Tony Stewart, and how it has personally affected us. Just TV-IVing about the details as they come in, or wondering about the NASCAR's future, and all of that bullshit has no place here. I need to write about my feelings about Tony Stewart. Obviously these posts will be mocked elsewhere on the forums, but gently caress em. If you feel the need to say anything, say it.

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Tony Stewart is a murderer. He killed another race car driver. We will probably never know exactly what he was thinking. Obviously I did not know Tony Stewart. I never saw him in person and never spoke to him. But he represented something very special to me. In such a cut-throat, dirty, dark, often disgusting, business he was one of the good ones. When people talked poo poo about racing and the bastards involved in it, you could always muffin out Tony Stewart as the exception to the rule. He was the one you could muffin to as a true professional who honored the sport he loved, who was passionate about it, who proved that you could dedicate your life to professional racing without being insane or scum or a monster. He was the ace in the hole. He was the one who wasn't in it for the pussy or because he was a failed jock in another sport or because he wanted to get rich quick or because he wanted to be a movie star or because he saw racing as a means to an end. He was in it for racing. He was dedicated to being the best race car driver he could be, and it showed on the track.

I wanted to be a racer since I was a little kid, and one of the very worst moments of my life was a cold night in San Antonio when I was on the phone to my girlfriend a thousand miles away and finally admitted to myself and to her that coming to Texas to be a race car driver had been a mistake. Coming to grips that I was simply not athletically or charismatically talented enough to be a race car driver was one of the worst moments of my life. The business glorifies the boyhood dreams that come true. My boyhood dream wasn't going to come true, and it was an upsetting, soul-crushing revelation that upsets and discourages me to this day.

Since then I lived vicariously through Tony Stewart in a lot of ways. He wasn't a man who was destined to be a NASCAR champion. He couldn't talk. He wasn't charismatic in the usual way. He was quiet. He was short. The only thing he had going for him was his work ethic. He wasn't a third generation race car driver. He wasn't physically gifted. He wasn't someone who had words come easy to him. But through sheer effort he was able to become one of the greatest professional race car drivers in history. By 40 years-old.

Tony Stewart was only forty three, and he was already a legend on the verge of myth. That's how talented he was, and how respected.

I cannot reconcile in my mind that the man who unnecessarily gave back so much to the sport could end his life the way he did. I can't understand how a man could spend weeks and months trying to give back to younger guys like Joey Logano, putting forth the care and effort to help them find their voice on the track, and that that same man could run over another guy only weeks later. It doesn't make sense. It shouldn't have happened this way. Not for him, not for Danica, and not for their child.

Tony Stewart owed me nothing. But I still feel the loss. I selfishly lived through many of his accomplishments and now feel lost. I can only speak for myself, but I feel that for a lot of us Saturdays and Sundays are rocks of stability in a storm of stress and uncertainty. Every week the show goes on. Every week the show is from somewhere new, somewhere in the world, but every week it comes into our homes.


And that will continue. But Tony Stewart is dead. And he died a murderer. And whether it be insanity, drugs, or just the actions of a clear-eyed monster, what is done is done. And one of the pillars for the guys backstage and one of the pillars for fans is gone. And everything that pillar held up is tainted and dripping with blood.

Tony Stewart was a murderer. And I don't know how to accept that.

FAT SLAMPIG posted:

internet jerk posted:

If they're letting interns post tweets from their official Twitter it's not only the intern that's a loving moron.

Victor Vermis posted:

If I had my own religion, the highest reward one could earn in the afterlife: being reborn as Gronk.

Victor Vermis posted:

If I had my own religion, the highest reward one could earn in the afterlife: being reborn as Not Jay Cutler.

FAT SLAMPIG posted:

if you keep talking about jay cutler then gd american will come back

you have been warned

MassivelyBuckNegro posted:

The Buccs aren't mathematically eliminated yet.

FAT SLAMPIG posted:

My fantasy team has no Patriots, no Cowboys, except for the one year I took Romo and sat him on the bench to piss off the 3 Cowboys fan in my league.