When you tell me there’s a five-figure battle for tickets to see a Broadway play, this is what I think of: insanely vainglorious socialites using Hamilton tickets as a proxy for social status and fake cultural accomplishment.

Cosign. I have taken cuts with my 9-iron at aggressive geese.

Geese are incredible dickwads. I’ve been attacked 3 times just trying to see if my golf ball rolled into their pond.

I’m not suggesting guilt or innocence in this case, but the Hana Highway was the most terrified I’ve ever been in a car. A couple hours of switchbacks overlooking giant vertical cliffs with railings absent for a large part of the road.

Lebron looked desperate in the 2nd quarter. Flailing drives and awful shots off the dribble just trying to draw a foul. He only had eyes for getting hit in the lane and it wasn’t a good look.

I’m 38 and I also don’t have time to read the entire piece.

Fantastic piece. I feel like we’re just starting to see the light that a concussion is one of the most serious and long-lasting injuries an athlete can suffer.

Clicked on the piece and found a font that made me cross-eyed. Holy shit.

I’d say you’re handling it quite well, actually.

As long as your friends aren’t unbelievable assholes they’ll be understanding if you just say “hey I can’t afford to go to Chez Whitey tonight, can we do something cheaper?”

I guess someone is pissed that a woman is probably 2 albums away from cracking 100,000,000 in total sales... in a time where almost no one sells entire albums any more.

Spiders are not fine.

How can a human being with advisors on how to relate to and be liked by other human beings be this oblivious to the reality of her life and how a book like this might be received by the public?

This is a good Ron Artest story.

Three snaps in a Z formation

What a phenomenal top photo.

2016 is Lebron’s last legit chance at getting Cleveland a title. He’ll be less Lebron-y by orders of magnitude in the next few years, but for now he’s still a Dodge Viper that’s 5000 miles away from exiting the factory warranty.

Meeting NBA players in person is so jarring. They look like a different species. I saw Ron Artest (I know... MWP) at an airport and he was so huge and wide you could’ve shown a movie on his back.

Harrison Barnes shot 38% this year and 40% last year from 3. He’s a decent shooter.

Congrats on your sobriety