In case you don’t know, Deanna Favre beat cancer.  She had breast cancer and has since whipped it’s ass into remission.  But damn, if I was cancer I wouldn’t want anything to do with Deanna either.  I mean that’s all she can talk about.  Cancer this and cancer that.  She had the original idea for “steal a base, steal a taco” but the MLB wouldn’t go with “steal a base, get a mammogram“.

If I were cancer I would have closed up shop as quickly as possible because she’s ruining my livelihood.  Pointing out how to find me, how to get rid of me.  It’s as if Deanna is some sort cancer whistle-blower.  Hell if, heaven forbid, Deanna and Brett split up she could hook up with Lance Armstrong and together probably produce some sort of anticancer cherubim (equipped with magical yellow bracelets) that go around and just heal people.  Actually, that’s a good idea, somebody get on that.

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U.S. Rep. Tom Tancredo (that be him above) is running for president and generating as much support as fellow lunatics John Brown, Leon Czolgosz and Timothy McVeigh. (Maybe it’s because he advocates a policy of retaliatory bombing against Muslim holy sites.) The Colorado Republican proposed a  bet with fellow candidate and former Massachusetts Governor Mitt Romney: if the Rockies win the World Series, Romney drops out of the race. If the Red Sox win, Tancredo drops out of the race.

 I speak for all when I say: Go Sox!

The Baltimore Ravens logo: Ugliest in the NFL? Discuss.

Cue the “More You Know” music and graphic.

Weed, it reduces productivity.

Weed, it doesn’t make the beautiful game more beautiful, man.

Every little thing is not going to god damn all right.

Just ask the Jamaican men’s soccer team — playfully dubbed the “Reggae Boyz.”

THE FREE FALL continues for Jamaica’s Reggae Boyz as they have now plummeted to a shocking all-time low of 103rd in the latest FIFA world rankings.

Sad day for the Red Stripers.

This is the speech I envision being given by bloated John Candy ala the bobsled god in “Cool Runnings.”

“Either you can start wearing vans, Jenco jeans and commit to hackey sack, or lace up your kangaroo leather boots and start playing some mother fucking soccer.”