Irsay: “There were really just too many bumps to ignore here.”

As a 2nd semester 2L, I know that a reasonably prudent person would give this a +1

But, why?
NBA Jam is like a digital timecapsule of everything that was the 90s.

“Get on the bus, Gus”

As a former Bostonian, I appreciate that they softened the character’s edges and made him more likable than most Massholes.

What if the hypothetical Boogie-to-Boston trade had been good? What if it had been bad?

We should all celebrate this golden age of unlimited prosperity from TV contracts by taking in the ESPN Friday Night Doubleheader, which opens with the Lakers/76ers and closes with the Jazz/Mavericks. THE BATTLE FOR THE 14th SEED RAGES ON.

True story: my wife and I went to Montreal a few years ago and I kept pointing out how fit everyone was. She said it wasn’t any different than in the U.S. On the way home, we had a layover in Detroit and at one point as we walked to our next gate- unprompted- she looks around and just goes “You’re right. We’re fucking…

What a country!

If you’re in the US, and if neither the person to the left or the right is 400 pounds, then you are 400 pounds.

How else are we supposed to know when the games are going to start? You act like there is some official person who can just walk to the center of the playing surface, blow a whistle and signal the start of play. Boy, are you dumb.

You wrote the words “best” and “Dion Waiters” in the same sentence, so I had to check the Heat roster. Now I’m under my desk, eating dog food, and shivering.

That is weird. With his reputation, I would have expected him to get all defensive.

Thank god that man had a gun to defend himself from the other man who was apologizing. Things might have gotten out of hand.

Florence Henderson not even in the ground yet, but the spirit of Jan lives on.

through time and space and over Mirotic’s soul.

To be fair, that would actually be a pretty splendid day for Jim McMahon.

“His shoes were tied, his pants were free of feces. Good game.”

I seriously cannot stop laugh-crying. My inner 15 year old has been unleashed. FIFA, I wish I knew how to quit you.