I think that makes Marcus Freeman the patron saint of divorced parents. He was already slaking the thirsty moms, and now he's feeding the hungry dads with frozen dinners!
Which is crazy because he was a nose tackle in the B1G in the era where offensive coordinators saw sledgehammers as inspirational to their play calling. You'd think being fat would be part of his identity.
SE Ohio is more spiritually West Virginia than Ohio. Exhibit A is the % of fans of the Bengals, Browns, and Steelers. (There's a LOT of Steelers fans there)
Don't hate pita chips for what they aren't, embrace them for what they are! They scoff at broken chips in buffalo chicken dip. They tell cheese balls to eat their balls. The only limit to how much you can pile onto a pita chip is yourself. Perhaps your hatred of pita chips is actually self-loathing?
Did your year cosplaying as a rational Buckeye fan teach you nothing?! We find comfort in misery. In a moment of triumph, instinct beckons us to the snare.
Gardetto's sells them! But beware! Whatever low opinion you have about your fellow human, rye chips will open your eyes to deeper levels of humanity's depravity. SO MANY people pick the rye chips out.
FUCK YOU, MATT! BUY A BAG OF RYE CHIPS! DON'T DESTROY MY CHEX MIX INGREDIENT RATIO!
Pretzels are the worst ingredient in Chex mix. Too big, and they do not absorb any added flavors. I've resolved to exclude them from my Chex mix next year
Rye chips are the king ingredient of Chex mix, and I was embarrassingly old when I learned they're commercially available.
The unintentional comedy of him trying to keep professional toward Dave Pasch as his irritation steadily built throughout a broadcast was one of my favorite subplots of every game they called together. Reminiscent of a dad soloing it at Costco eating lunch with 3 small children who cannot sit still.
