If I ever walk into a breastaurant sports bar in hell, which I guess could happen some eternal day, there’s a good chance that they’ll only have flat wings on the menu, I’ll get stuck with the waitress who looks like she just cooked some meth (you know the one), and, worst of all, the only sports being shown on the TVs will be MMA and golf.
Although I’m a cold-blooded American sports guy, I’ve just never been able to get into those boring sports.
I don’t know if it’s because I wasn’t either rich or tough enough to play them, or that they both have the most annoying dude-brah fans, but I’d rather listen to Regular Jim Traber and Jules talk about The Bachelor for 30 minutes than watch some wealthy white dude swing a galvanized rod at a tiny little ball, or two tattooed douche bags fight each other and then go hug Joe Rogan.