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Free cocaine is my go to solution for most societal woes.

Yeah, sure.

Would be cooler if the American Jewish baseball team in the World Baseball Classic wasn’t called Israel. I’d wear a The Tribe jersey or a Nice Jewish Guys jersey or a Mensches jersey

It would helpful for us following at home if Iran would release some Ayatollah trading cards with QR codes linking to advanced analytics.

Great news

I hope we don’t accidentally launch a nuclear weapon at ourselves.

Which of the apostles said, “sever the head and feast on the body?”

I hope they enjoyed it. The students keep showing up

A lot of ritual in boxing. A lot of entering mental places beyond every day modern life.

In the corner after the 2nd round: it’s dawg time. Are you a dawg?

Him: I’ma Dawg.

Gonna be hard to give up coaching when the time comes.

High Art

Wanton thoughtless consumption until you die in debt.

Man, I coach the sport for a living. It is a sad state of affairs

When I coach a boxer who can’t make any adjustments during a fight.

Next turkey up.

Wild turkeys will fuck you up.

My new favorite Olympian is the dude who missed the gate during the slalom and threw away his poles,
took off his skis and walked into the forest to start a new life.

USA Womens Curling is going to celebrate their first ever Olympic win over Canada by burning down a recently purchased ICE warehouse.

Get that Canadian shit out of the circles of points

I only get patriotic about three sports: USA Basketball, USA Track and Field, and USA Curling

Please don’t visit our dumb mean country until we get less dumb and mean.

I coach boxing. There is definitely psychological danger in the coaching relationship that can be exploited to achieve results. It was how I was taught to coach. I no longer follow that path.

If it isn’t coated in burned oil, I’m not interested.

As a former multi term PTA President, I can say that every school should invest in a quality popcorn making machine. We would wheel that sucker out for everything.

How are the snacks?

Red tail hawk drinking out of our bird bath alert.

I wrote “I am alive” on a piece of paper, and placed it into a photocopier. What I saw next has shocking implications

I’d rather fight prime Mike Tyson than stand in those gates atop some frozen cliff.

This Seattle coach doesn’t seem like an arrogant, cheesy narcissist unlike most of the other young NFL coaches.

Heavy odds I fall asleep at this Super Bowl party.