Sure, because leaking the Astros’ internal trade chatter to Deadspin is totally consistent with a good-faith concern over proprietary software.

Oh, well when you put it that way, it makes PERFECT sense for a guy batting .204 with 17 RBI and zero steals to start the All-Star game over the batting champ who’s hitting .290 with 27 RBI and 17 steals!

To be fair, other teams’ fanbases have jobs, friends, and families that interfere with their ability to spend all day ballot-stuffing.

Don’t forget that they have a worse record than the Astros, and their garbage second baseman with the .213 OBP is now starting over the reigning AL batting champ.

With respect, you could have your eyes glued to home plate, but if you think you could dodge a bat flying at you at that speed, you are fucking kidding yourself.

This is something I have never understood - the apparent frequency (and normalcy) of ostensibly straight dudes sharing sexual experiences with their friends. I mean, my girlfriends and I talk about our sex lives and change clothes in front of each other without batting an eye, but I cannot fathom willingly watching…

I’m happy for him that his English is improving so quickly (since that’s important to his rising stardom), but I really, really miss him congratulating each vanquished opponent for being “a good boy.”

Is there anyone in sports more overrated than Phil Jackson?

Sure, and unicorns could have flown out of his ass, but they didn’t, and he plead guilty, and if the prosecutor had a shred of decency, s/he would have made Floyd allocute in open court.

Indeed. I went from living with parents, to roommates, to a boyfriend, and now that I've been living alone for a few years I can't even begin to contemplate sharing my space with another human again. I mean, how did I live when I couldn't fart with impunity, eat Spaghetti-Os cold from the can if I feel like it, and…

I'm sorry, but you're here complaining that people are mischaracterizing this law, but have you actually read it? Because I just did. It's short, vague as hell (like, unconstitutionally so), and says nothing about it not applying to basic services like food, shelter, and healthcare. No where does it specify it only…

Where in the bible does it say "thou shall not bake cakes for sinners"? Serious question. No one is forcing Christians to have gay sex.

It's not a perfect comparison, but menstrual cramps are more similar to poopy cramps than athletic cramps. It feels like your insides are slowly being squeezed and then released, so the pain comes in waves with brief moments of relief to cruelly get your hopes up that it's over before the next wave starts. I've…

It's that bad when the coach is already a lecherous dirt-bag who makes the players uncomfortable. I doubt it would go over well in a men's locker room, either, if the coach also oogled the guys and talked wistfully about all the sex they were having with their girlfriends.

Okay, so it's not a niche gadget for nerds' playacting, it's a niche gadget for control freaks' self-importance. Your original complaint is that the author dismisses the iWatch as a gimmicky waste of money for those of us who aren't Gizmodo people. Clearly, you, an admitted "giz" reader and slave to technology, are…

That whole mess was largely the fault of the Texas assistant coach who went flying in there like somebody'd been shot when Taylor was just jawing at O'Neal.

Harden is far from being a great defender this season, but I'm still not sure how this chart from last season is relevant to any argument about Harden's defense now.

Alternatively, the chart is plenty useful all on its own for showing to anyone trying to cite chapter-and-verse of defensive rating or whatever permutation of plus-minus we're on this week to argue that James Harden is not shit at defense now.

I think the word you were looking for there is "drivel," not "dribble." Sorry, that made me giggle. Dribble.

I haven't listened to that album in probably 10 years but I seriously think I still know every single word. And I'll never forget the sheer joy I felt when I discovered that someone had written "Gretzky scores" under some Jesus Saves graffiti on a bathroom stall at my law school.