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December 23, 2014
SportsFilter: The Tuesday Huddle:
A place to discuss the sports stories that aren't making news, share links that aren't quite front-page material, and diagram plays on your hand. Remember to count to five Mississippi before commenting in anger.
That is awesome, doubly so because it gives me an excuse to mention my dream from Sunday night: I was cast in a local play (no idea what) alongside Diego Costa. On the second day of rehearsal, which took place in my 8th grade classroom except the floor was wet sand like near the water at a beach, before everyone had even arrived, Costa stripped naked, dropped to all fours and proceeded to take a dump and then rip around the room like a dog.
I don't want to know.
posted by yerfatma at 08:21 AM on December 23, 2014
That's hilarious. I will never again see Diego Costa without thinking of your dream. What an image.
posted by Hugh Janus at 08:46 AM on December 23, 2014
Y'all need to cease eating so many ghost pepper empanadas right before bedtime.
posted by NoMich at 10:18 AM on December 23, 2014
I will never again see Diego Costa without thinking of your dream.
Think how I feel. I'm considering cutting him from my fantasy team just because. He looked back while he was doing it like some kind of animal. Best comparison I can provide:
Devin McCourty immortalizes Vince Wilfork's FG block:
posted by yerfatma at 10:50 AM on December 23, 2014
Sometimes, frightful dreams pale in comparison to real world dread and misery: the prospect of Rex Grossman playing for the Cleveland Browns.
Not to worry, though. Since Rex never had it, and since it has been announced that he's not leaving home, no one will ever have to tell him not to leave home without it.
posted by beaverboard at 08:18 PM on December 23, 2014
Devin McCourty immortalizes Vince Wilfork's FG block:
The acceptable way of giving the finger to the New York Jets.
posted by Howard_T at 11:09 PM on December 23, 2014
Something strange is happening when I open SpoFi. The home page comes up, but within a few seconds it goes to a Sports Filter "Page not Found" screen. This happens only when I use Google Chrome as my browser. I'm using Firefox for this comment, and it works OK. Is there some strange incompatibility that has crept in, or is it something that also causes really weird dreams among SpoFites?
No kidding, I am having a bit of a problem here.
posted by Howard_T at 11:16 PM on December 23, 2014
My problems in Chrome tend to be related to DNS pre-fetching/ caching. Try looking up how to dump the DNS cache to see if that helps. On a tablet right now but I can dig up some links if you still are having trouble.
posted by yerfatma at 06:33 AM on December 24, 2014
Is your Chrome server north of the 38th parallel? I understand that they're experiencing some unexplained service interruptions. Their last minute Amazon holiday rush orders are also not getting through.
posted by beaverboard at 09:09 AM on December 24, 2014
There was a brief outage at my server host yesterday. Maybe that did something to your Chrome, though I didn't experience problems like that and I use that browser.
posted by rcade at 09:28 AM on December 24, 2014
Look, I know even putting this in the huddle is a big, big stretch, but see, it's sports related! And I woke up laughing, so here it is.
Last night I dreamt that I scored in my debut game for Barcelona. The game was a blur, and after some teammate backslapping and applauding the ultras, I headed for the tunnel to the locker room.
Only, the tunnel didn't lead to the locker room. It led across a public square to a sort of communal locker room shared by all the youth teams and their opponents of the day. Of course, the kids were excited to see me, but I was really tired of wearing my sweaty kit and cleats so I made a hasty exit through a side door...
...which led to the top of a cliff. Peering over the cliff I could just make out some sort of religious procession below. There were quite a few soccer fans on the cliff with me, and just to my left was a group of Norwegian soccer players, who were also wearing their uniforms. I said, "Boy am I glad to see you guys, do you happen to know where the players' entrance to the Bernabeu is?" And they shot me a look like shut the FUCK up do you even know where we ARE? and the crowd around us loomed in like a riot waiting to start.
So I loudly corrected myself, asking where the players' entrance to the Nou Camp was, and they said "Oh, it's under the pitch." I looked down again at the marchers below and wondered if I had mistaken Roman legion regalia for the monstrance and canopy of Catholic processional. No matter, I needed a shower, so back to the stadium!
At the stadium I finally made it to the sub-level and it was like a shopping mall. I happened to recognize the hostess of one of the chain restaurants, Francesca (or Rita, I was sleeping so I'm not sure) and asked her if she knew where the players' entrance was. She said sure, but she couldn't leave her post, so she called Sergio over and he agreed to take me.
We walked quite a distance until we turned a corner and Sergio beamed up at me, wide arms proudly gesturing toward our destination: a noisy sports bar with a bright neon sign naming it: THE PLAYERS' ENTRANCE.