Somehow I forgot to link the piece that ran yesterday.
Business…here’s one on the deal Justin Gatlin’s being offered by the dope police.
And maybe I’m the only person that finds this entertaining, but I saw a man in a pair of orange shorts–creased orange shorts at that–and a picture of a $2 bill trying to spit some game at a couple of convention goers.
“She told me she had eight boyfriends. I asked her what I had to do to be #10.”
And I hoofed my ass away from him on the good foot. He just looked like twubble.