Not surprisingly, coach Kevin "Chandler Parsons" McHale's comments on the tweets made everyone depressed.

Green Bay Packer fans prefer to vent artistically by Jackson Pollack'ing the Lambeau toilets.

Nope. I throw rock every single time and I've never lost. And I never will. With my millions in RPS winnings, I recently purchased the world's first house made completely of stained glass from historically significant European cathedrals. Nothing can go wrong.

Announcer: And the fans are really letting the players have it now, folks. Just listen to them express their disgust! This must be the worst Free Traditional Finnish Kazoo Night ever!

Although it's nothing glamorous, the ball pickup guy is still glad he got promoted from his old job of being forced to compete in boat staff Russian roulette tournaments for Larry Ellison's amusement.

I hear JaMarcus Russell is hosting an "I must have been #51" celebration party at a Myrtle Beach dumpster.

The Stars and Shinguards don't run from nothin'!

It really irks the miniature elderly when you treat them like children.

I guess the numbers really don't lie, considering that no one gives 2 shits about this show.

When interrogated by detectives about potential involvement in an inside job, several fans melted under the white-hot light of justice.

LeBron's Larynx: Almost got enough air for a jam! Just need to get a littl-

Could've made it to 103 if he hadn't traded two days off his life to the devil for bread crusts during the Great Depression.

Once Phil learns how to execute a turnaround in an airplane bathroom, the Knicks are next!

I bet he's planning on saving the roller. Linted windows are all the rage with hip-hop artists these days.

At least his friends have been courteous enough not to mock until they see the whites of Tim Duncan's eyes.

Photographer: Goddammit, Steve. Will you please eat your McMuffin somewhere else?

In the spirit of the post-game celebration coverage during the NCAA hoops tournament, here is a cell phone photo of exuberant Canadiens fans rioting and wreaking havoc on downtown Montreal.

Geez, If I had wanted to see a couple boobs and big ol' toe I could have just gone upstairs and looked in my grandfather's porno/Korean War keepsakes/undershirts drawer.

That guy doesn't know shit about pet names. Whoops, is it 5:24 already? Time to feed my 8 hermit crabs named Kevin Nash.

You probably feel like a guy who expects a Foodspin post to be about something way different than food preparation.