If you aren’t aware of @FootyScran on Twitter, and judging by their follower rely you most likely are, you must appropriate that. It’s a Twitter feed that paperwork a number of the horrors, and the uncommon joys, that go as meals at varied soccer stadiums across the globe. If you assume what the English outline as delicacies, imagine me, you don’t. For occasion, right here’s this intestinal rupture in ready you’ll be able to have on the Etihad in Manchester:
Well, faculty basketball had its personal bastardized model final night time, as some determined and wayward soul determined he (I feel it’s feminism by suggesting that no lady may sink to those depths, however I positively know a number of who most likely may) simply needed to have 1 / 4 pounder whereas taking within the Loyola-Duquesne matchup in Pittsburgh final night time:
Plenty have been asking how the supply schlub may even get into the world, however clearly, they’re underestimating safety’s humorousness. Also, keep in mind Jesse Winker received a pizza within the Angels clubhouse as soon as. Everyone needs a narrative to inform, in any case. Yes, it does say one thing about America that you can sneak something into an enviornment or stadium so long as you’re posing it as an artery-clogger being delivered, however we’ve identified who we’re.
I’m lovin’ it
Look, there have been occasions after we all simply wanted McDonald’s. Not a cheeseburger, however McDonald’s. It’s a unique factor, and nothing else will do. Almost definitely, it’s once you’ve been so hungover that your enamel are sweating and sore. And perhaps this particular person, late on a Wednesday night time, was that hungover. Though faculty college students are alleged to shake these off by 11 a.m. on the newest, and if this was a 40-year-old within the dying grip of an all-day hangover (it’ll occur to you, children!) and simply couldn’t take it anymore, I can’t resolve if I wish to salute or have them euthanized for their very own, and sure society’s, good.
My spidey sense is signaling that this is some internet stunt/ploy for a Super Bowl ad, and hey, DoorDash was trending last night. Or maybe it was Uber Eats. Whatever, they’re all evil and kill local businesses. And though it’s fine if they want to rip off McDonald’s (they’re not), if you’re in a place where you gotta get Mickey D’s delivered to you, you should have taken that left at Albuquerque, friendo.
I’m simply relieved there’s a dialog about Loyola that doesn’t contain Sister Jean. Tired of her shit.
I’m an grownup crying at wrestling once more
There are clearly numerous layers to the dying of Jay Briscoe final week, which we’ve lined. And I don’t have the historical past or the familiarity with ROH and the Briscoes earlier than this yr to actually do the impression justice. What I do know is that AEW CEO Tony Khan fought very exhausting with Turner-Discovery to get a tribute match onto “Dynamite” final night time, given the corporate’s aversion to ever having the Briscoes on TV.
It was apparent why, as Jay’s brother, Mark, and Jay Lethal supplied the type of grieving and catharsis that solely wrestling can dabble into. To wit:
Though perhaps I’ll put it in my will that my ashes should be elbow-dropped by a desk, besides that’s most likely within the will of each member of Bills Mafia.