Personal Foul Offense

When each of you sit down at some point each day and type “fr” into your google search bar and load this collection of 1’s and 0’s we call a blog, you’re probably secretly hoping to see something outside of the purview of your normal expectations. Something that really stirs your emotions and leads you to wait like 35 [foreigner]ing seconds for the stupid sponsored content ads to load right above the comments section so you can spout off your replies to what you just read.

“Will there be a random Chicken Wing Power Ranking article that turns into a straight-up argument?”

“I wonder how Chris feels about things that aren’t sighing or tennis?”

“Does Jake have any free time / is he just the AI bot sbnation dot com has been developing to replace the rest of the writers in the new Union?”

What I’m here to introduce to you all is an answer to those burning questions - sort of.

The Personal Foul Offense, much like its real life equivalent, seeks to be something in your life that you can’t stand the thought of absolutely needing, but is always internally soothing to hear announced over the loudspeaker.

Whenever our creative senses are alert enough to avoid distraction for more than 15 seconds, some of us will use this stream to expound on some of our more pressing thoughts as we fly around this Earth at 600 mph but somehow don’t get dizzy. You might not like each article, and honestly, that isn’t my fault. Some articles might be “How ‘x movie’ Should Have Ended” videos, only without the video aspect. Others will be 2000 words on the inside zone. It will depend person to person, week to week, what comes out of this giant lion made out of sand in the desert, but for those of you feelin’ like it’s ‘92,