Hmm tough one here. Maybe Rocky by smidge? Either way I think Modell’s learned a valuable lesson here. You don’t try and contain Gronk. You don’t give Gronk lines. You just let Gronk be Gronk. That’s when he’s at his best.
Vote 1 for what I thought Gronk killed it and 10 for Rocky looks like Pacino compared to Gronk
Ok I’m sick of waiting for a Chicago writer to present himself. I’m ready to hire more writers with or without Chicago. I want the best of the fucking best. I want to turn this joint into the Top Gun of blogs. If you’re not in the top 1% of 1% get out of my face. These are obviously paid gigs. Real fucking life changing shit. I don’t know how many writers I’m going to hire. 1,3,5 or what? I haven’t found anybody that has blown me away in years. I don’t care if you already have a writing gig. I’ll beat it. It’s time to take this shit next level on people.
So if you’re interested in writing about dumb shit and partying with hot girls send us a sample blog link. Do not send resumes because I don’t give a shit. All I care about is whether I think you’re a good blogger. That’s it. The only way for me to tell is by reading a current blog of yours. Not one entry. If you don’t already have an existing blog than set up a sample one and keep it updated for a day and send me the link. If you send me it I promise you I’ll read it. I can’t reply to everybody who applies but trust me if you’re what I’m looking for I will get back to you. Otherwise I appreciate the interest. Oh and if you’re over 30 don’t bother. We’re trying to get younger not Jerryier.
I almost feel bad for putting this kid up. Some of these pictures are just so bad that I almost feel guilty. Operative word being “almost.” Because this is what we call tough love. You wanna dress like an asshole? Daddy will teach you a lesson. Sometimes that’s the way tough love works. I’m just trying to help you guys.
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Dear Pres,
What you have here is my dear friend John. John is always the life of the party and loves to get fucked up as you can see from the pictures and the clothing he wears. Johns wardrobe consists of drinking apparel, anything that has to do with alcohol or consuming it he owns. He lived in a Guiness bathing suit for a week when we went down to Cape Cod. Now not to say that a Guiness bathing suit is bad but the novelty wears off after a week straight, he is in dire needs of some new clothes because you can’t show up to a club wearing a shirt that says Snatch or a Punta Canta Drinking Team shirt every time.
Altamonte Springs, FL (WFTV/CNN) - We’re getting a look at the dashcam video from the night a former Major League Baseball player was arrested for allegedly drinking and driving. Former Boston Red Sox pitcher Curtis Leskanic was pulled over in Altamonte Springs, Florida back in September. Instead of his driver’s license, Leskanic pulls out his Major League Baseball scouting card, and he’s given instructions for a field sobriety test several times. Has everybody seen this? I know the story broke a couple weeks ago but I think the dashcam viceo was just released yesterday.
Not a good look Curt. Hey I ain’t mad at him for pulling out his MLB players card. That’s what I’d do to in that situation too. I ain’t even mad at him for cursing in the cruiser. But going from swearing to crying in the blink of an eye ain’t a good look on anybody. “Fuck you! Fuck you! Wah, wah, wah.” Nope can’t have it. Just the total opposite of a boss move. There is no crying in DUI arrests. There is no crying in DUI arrests.
“At this point, Mr. Irsay and I owe it to each other and to the fans of the organization to handle this appropriately and professionally, and I think we will.
” I’ve worked too hard and have such great respect and have so many great relationships inside the building and out, and it’s incredibly important that those remain.”
“I want to separate the personal and the business. I’ve seen it get personal in other situations, and I don’t want that to happen here.”
And in this corner, Jim Irsay:
“Peyton and I love each other,that goes without saying..I humbly serve n protect the Horseshoe..it is bigger than any individual, including me”
“I have so much affection and appreciation for Peyton. I mean we’re family. We always will be and we are”
“You know, you keep it in the family. If you’ve got a problem you talk to each other”
I haven’t been paying attention all my years on this spinning blue marble without learning a thing or two about humans operate. And there’s a old rule of thumb I just made up I’m going to call “Thornton’s Law of Qualifiers.” It states that whenever someone couches what they’re about to say in neutral sounding words, they mean the exact opposite. For instance, any time someone says “With all due respect…” what’s about to come out next isn’t going to have an atomic particle of respect in it. Or take “per se,” which are like magic words that let you get away with saying anything to anybody. “Your girlfriend’s a pig. But she’s not a pig, per se…” And based on TLQ, it’s pretty obvious Manning and Irsay hate each other more than they hate crapping their pants. Everything statement they make is softened with these qualifiers that mean exactly the opposite of what they actually say. Peyton talks about handling it “appropriately and professionally,” but means he wants it anything but appropriate and professional. He mentions respect but he’s feeling anything but. He says he doesn’t want it to be personal but to him that’s exactly what it is. Irsay talks about love and affection and family, but it’s blatantly obvious he can’t stomach the ego on this Frankenstein he created another minute. He pays the guy $28 million to watch the season from a luxury box and this is the thanks he gets.
I have to admit, as horribly fascinating as this drama is, it’s a little sad. The Colts, for all their douchebaggery were at least a worthy opponent. Now they’re just another team. The monster defanged and declawed like the Bumble from Rudolph. A threat no more. So let’s hope this fight gets a lot uglier before it’s over because this might be the only entertainment we get out of the Colts for the rest of our lives. @JerryThornton1
I’m not sure what has gotten into DraftStreet’s head but apparently they think that upping the ante to a $2,000 pay out, the largest ever, is going to mean that someone comes out and beats me. Idiots! Largest pool ever? $2,ooo payout? Winner gets a cool G? That’s when the big boys come out to play. That’s where I come out to play. I’m a gamer and I’m obviously not going to lose a game on the big stage. On my own turf no less. Just take a peek at my team…