In the event you aren’t accustomed to @FootyScran on Twitter, and judging by their follower rely you in all probability are, you need to appropriate that. It’s a Twitter feed that paperwork a number of the horrors, and the uncommon joys, that move as meals at varied soccer stadiums across the globe. In the event you suppose you recognize what the English outline as delicacies, consider me, you don’t. As an example, right here’s this intestinal rupture in ready you may have on the Etihad in Manchester:
Nicely, faculty basketball had its personal bastardized model final evening, as some determined and wayward soul determined he (I believe it’s feminism by suggesting that no lady might sink to those depths, however I positively know a couple of who in all probability might) simply needed to have 1 / 4 pounder whereas taking within the Loyola-Duquesne matchup in Pittsburgh final evening:
Loads have been asking how the supply schlub might even get into the sector, however clearly, they’re underestimating safety’s humorousness. Additionally, keep in mind Jesse Winker bought a pizza within the Angels clubhouse as soon as. Everybody needs a narrative to inform, in spite of everything. Sure, it does say one thing about America that you might sneak something into an area 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 distinct factor, and nothing else will do. Nearly definitely, it’s whenever you’ve been so hungover that your tooth are sweating and sore. And possibly this particular person, late on a Wednesday evening, was that hungover. Although 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 demise grip of an all-day hangover (it’ll occur to you, youngsters!) and simply couldn’t take it anymore, I can’t determine if I wish to salute or have them euthanized for their very own, and certain 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. Uninterested in her shit.
I’m an grownup crying at wrestling once more
There are clearly a whole lot of layers to the demise of Jay Briscoe final week, which we’ve coated. And I don’t have the historical past or the familiarity with ROH and the Briscoes earlier than this 12 months to essentially do the influence 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 evening, given the corporate’s aversion to ever having the Briscoes on TV.
It was apparent why, as Jay’s brother, Mark, and Jay Deadly supplied the form of grieving and catharsis that solely wrestling can dabble into. To wit:
Although possibly I’ll put it in my will that my ashes must be elbow-dropped via a desk, besides that’s in all probability within the will of each member of Payments Mafia.