Isn't it amazing that dooshbags like this can actually make a living being full-time writers? I dare you to try and read more than 10 lines of this article. It's like Fisher-Price's 'my first newspaper column'.
Who is the target here? Old guys eating their Rasin Bran in their boxer shorts?
"Ha! He drafted Albert Pujols...in a football draft?! That's OUTRAGEOUS."
Dickhead.
Our blog is itching for a ranking of current sports writers. Beause some of them are incredible and a majority of them could use a foot in the ass. (oh yeah Ray-Ray...you're next Fatboy)
