damn you, my assistant just asked me why I was laughing to hard. Take your star and stop leaving my cheese out in the wind.

December 5, 1993.

just for you:

I would estimate conservatively that 25% of my usable kitchen cabinet space is occupied by kids’ water bottles. Of those water bottles, maybe 15 - 20% are actively being used. It makes me bonkers. The other day, I pulled out a sliding shelf to get at some tupperware and about 8 water bottles fell back behind the…

The horse handled it with equinimity, one would say.

Mix in tinsel, added tinsel strength.

I once pulled off an unassisted triple play at shortstop as a 10 year old. Caught a liner, tagged the runner in front of me, and then finally ran over to first myself after being reduced to a ball of tears by all the yelling parents and coaches because I was so confused about who was still not out.

One small issue.

The Scallenge opened my eyes to that. Red Mamba was one of the worst players in the league towards the end of his career and still destroyed all comers.

100%. To me, the threes are the most insane part. If you make it to any pre-game shoot around and you’ll see dudes like Javale or DeAndre Jordan just draining 20 footers and threes. Watching one of the lesser Plumlees drop five threes in a row is a nice reminder that guys you consider “stiffs” are goddamn monsters.

Local sports radio here in Boston did a competition where Brian Scalabrine took on playground heroes in one-on-one. Scal, who was essentially a punchline crowd-favorite benchwarmer for most of his professional career (at least when the Celtics were good), absolutely dusted everyone in sight.

That gene pool is nightmare fuel...

You don’t even have to get to the pros...

I was varsity BBall in High School. Me and a teammate were playing at a local church that had a court, when in walks these two Steve Kerr looking MFers. They played for the local community college - I had no idea the community college even HAD a basketball team.

So they asked us…

Great stuff. Thanks for posting the link.

Dude saves his own life with a miraculous, one-in-a-billion grab of a railing. Meanwhile, I lost my balance when I put my pants on this morning, stumbled, and smacked my cheek on the doorknob, which will leave a bruise on my face for the next two weeks.

I can never hear “Come To My Window” without getting a 1000 yard stare.

I still have them all....