Like a drunken Phoenix rising from the self-quarantined ashes, From the Factory Floor returns to entertain you and remind you that some viruses get in through the ears.
Everything old is new again, Zlatan is the greatest...a-hole...alright, and player, and back to the future with Spurs.
NWSL latest to suffer from Floriduh Syndrome, Jose finds a new home again for really and forever and you know the usual 18 months, and if my nose is free I want other parts al fresco as well.
Premiere League is very close but so is October. Who’s getting seats and how long will those seats be in Floriduh? And Bad MLS Decisions chapter 1,276.
Opening up with sex dolls and VAR, the 50-minute hour, and the Sound of (Jason’s) Silence.
The greatest gift we could give Liverpool suppprters, I blame Tom Hanks, and what the hell, let’s save the women’s game.
Taking lessons from Dick Cheney, the further decline of my political career, Belarus, Bundesliga, and Barry's (and some guy named Chris') Simple Plan
Why hello there, you handsome gender-neutral devil. We're back we think. New technology, same old fat bastard. And Zac. Tonight's kind of the test run, the beginning is a little weird, but we got 15 minutes in and now you have something to do!