Man Mulligan is a ragtag collective of sports fans from across the country united by our common love for whatever game is in season. As a team, we’re more patchwork than polished, more underdog than favorite, more walk-on than blue chip, but like all self-anointed armchair quarterbacks and barstool GMS nationwide, what we lack in All-American talent, we make up for with an abundance of Hall-of-Fame opinion.
At game time, you won’t find us in corporate suites with their carpeting and catering; look up to the nosebleeds instead, squint a little, and we’ll be there, just below the rafters, with seeds, suds, and the local broadcast in our ear. According to our tax returns, we’re about a billion short of the billionaire class calling the shots for our birthright teams (no hate here, for the record, just cold, hard, cash-strapped facts), so ultimately, when we get into re-calling those same billion-dollar shots, we’re nobodies—and probably a lot like you.
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