Top reason why you can’t pre-emptively write a commemorative sports book.

In an 11-word title.

Aside from Superbowl Sunday, I had a very surreal experience in a certain sports bar in downtown Toronto on Saturday, when I went with Mike to go watch UFC with a bunch of bro-dudes and miscellaneous jocks (Lesnar v. Mir, Noriega v. Sylvia). While I can handle a bit of blood sport, I definitely maxed on on football and jiu-jitsu submissions this weekend. Men are such strange creatures.

PS: The real bloodsport comes Tuesday. Hilary is going down.






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