Hey, they’re a poor country. Half their players can’t even afford a second name.
Heh. You know, in Brazil they just call ‘em nuts.
I grew up in a town so small, everyone took turns playing the town drunk.
On noes! The gays in the dayglo jerseys are crying like leetle gurrrrrrrrrrls.
Hey, whoa, that was some kinda ball game.
“You ain’t just a woofin’ Curt!” Burnt Cheeseburger