along with judge jeanine pirro, jesse waters and greg gutfeld. this is the five. it is the covington smear all over the media not learning his lessons five years after falsely attacking a group of teens in maga hats as racist. this photo of a chiefs fan half of his face painted in black along with a headline that reads nfl needs to speak out against the kansas city chiefs savanna blackface native headdress. but it turns out some important context was missing. a fullface photo of the boy shows the other side of his face was painted red to match the teams colors and painting a face at football games is not uncommon as you can see fans do it all the time. deadspin face a major back lash and the writer of the piece doubling down on social media writing for the idiots in my mentions who are treating this as some harmless act because the other side of his face was painted red i should make the argument it makes it even worse. you all are the ones who hates mexicans but where sombre
which is how he looked at baseball. suffering a relapse, and loving it, it s one thing to root for your son s little league team. i get it. after all he was your kid and you paid for the glove come of uniform, the hat, the bat and when he turns nine. [inaudible] what possible stake do grown men have in the fortunes of 25 perfect strangers, vagabond mercenaries, playing obscene sums to play for happy year. i ve been a baseball fan half my life. why should i care about these tobacco spitting multimillionaires who have never heard of me and would not care if i was dispatched my maker by the exploding scoreboard. why? i have no idea. in reading what he wrote about it, it struck me that he had such an appreciation for the raw beauty, perfect double-play or throwing just
which is how he looked at baseball. suffering a relapse, and loving it, it s one thing to root for your son s little league team. i get it. after all he was your kid and you paid for the glove come of uniform, the hat, the bat and when he turns nine. [inaudible] what possible stake do grown men have in the fortunes of 25 perfect strangers, vagabond mercenaries, playing obscene sums to play for happy year. i ve been a baseball fan half my life. why should i care about these tobacco spitting multimillionaires who have never heard of me and would not care if i was dispatched my maker by the exploding scoreboard. why? i have no idea. in reading what he wrote about it, it struck me that he had such an appreciation for the raw beauty, perfect