Cup the balls gently.
So here it is college football season, the best time of the year. Waking up on a Saturday afternoon, uncorking adult beverages, and drinking yourself to comatose levels. The problem with all of this is that you are usually too drunk to remember what your team actually did, as you sat in a stupor staring at the television. The simple solution? Listen or watch some of the many readily available sports programs, right? Wrong. Instead, the air time is devoted to a sport that has, in my opinion, no life value.





I like balls
IJ hates baseball.