The avage performance art that Philip Rivers' second half of football on Monday Night was, in its own horrible way, inspiring. At the very least, it inspired some admirably bold similes from Twitter's best and most wonderfully ridiculous minds as part of the #PhilipRiversExperience hashtag.
The NFL's hilariously (or depressingly) overmatched scab refs have, after three weeks, belatedly handed a game from one team to another. This is worth shouting about, but the problem at the eye of the shitstorm—and the reason we keep having this conversation—hasn't changed, and isn't changing.
There are memes, and then there are memes. While anyone can put some LOLCAT letters over a picture of an athlete or fuming coach, only Brandon Freeberg was astute enough to recognize just how much photos of Jay Cutler can be improved—can in fact be perfected—by a Photoshopped-in cigarette dangling off his frowny mug.
The internet and sports-bro world's favorite meme, model Kate Upton, is an odd kind of phenom. Being a bombshell too bootylicious for the editorial modeling world made her almost exotic, but her meteoric rise to fame only happened in the place where she could be the most generic: at the center of sports-bro attention. Cue the beer commercials!
He'll never be mistaken for Kevin Love, but after a decade as a NBA meme made pasty flesh, Brian Scalabrine has proven that he's something more, and more complicated, than an exceptionally well-paid human meme.
In a bleak week for sports and in general, one moderately pudgy, very fired-up Grizzlies fan went from meme to life-affirming, objectively good emblem for everything we want, and sometimes get, from sports. Thank goodness.
In real life, at-bat music is a bummeriffic stretch of mambo, contemporary Christian rock, and whatever the right-now counterpart is to Alien Ant Farm's awful "Smooth Criminal" cover. On Twitter, though, it's a different story entirely.