Breaking news, you guys. The longest month in the history of the universe is finally over. It’s February! OK, so technically the shift from January to February doesn’t mean much in Northeast Ohio. Yes, it’s still freezing and gross out. Yes, the wind coming off Lake Erie will still make your face hurt. And yes,
The Cavs have gone to hell and back, and are finally starting to show signs of life—although for reasons both on and off the court, Isaiah Thomas’ future looks as murky as ever. And finally—FINALLY—the Indians announced Chief Wahoo is going away (well, sort of). As they have every step of the way with their embattled logo, the Indians continue to take the hardest road possible in moving on.
In which Triple H goes over everyone, Roman Reigns takes a lengthy breather, Kevin Owens hates everyone, and Brock Lesnar takes a whupping in stride.
We recognize that not everyone pays much attention to wrestling — to quote Jeff Goldblum’s dad from Independence Day, “Nobody’s perfect” — so we have tried to craft a guide that everyone can enjoy.
Will Gibson somehow convinced me to talk about the Royal Rumble on the WFNY podcast. I’m down to talk about anything at least once. I can’t see WWE becoming a regular topic, but I had no problem going down the nostalgic path to talk about WWE. Here’s what else we talked about. The Cavaliers traded
Happy day of humping, ladies and gents. What’s that? Oh—hump day, they call it. Because it’s the middle of the week? And a hump is in the middle of a camel’s back? My mistake. I thought something was amiss when Marcia at the office spoke so crudely. Very unlike her; spooked me a bit. I was