Yet here in America, MSG is still miraculous like Daenerys Targaryen. The Unburnt.

I think De Niro was a priest, actually? But not a pedophile. He was a priest who committed perjury to help some former parishioners kill a pedophile. The good kind of priest!

I saw some commercials for that Game of Silence — it looked like a total rip-off of that movie Sleepers, the 1996 Pitt-Bacon-De Niro-Driver-Crudup-Patric vehicle. I really could not understand why the TV show existed.

Crossover!!!

a whole stupid movie

Now for the coolest missed shot in NBA history:

If you include Jess, it was a foursome, then a fivesome, and then back to a foursome after Coach moved out. But the article only says threesome and for a while foursome. Someone is not being included in these groupings of bumbling dummies.

Disagree!

a threesome (and for awhile foursome) of bumbling dummies living in a loft in Los Angeles

This says way more about me as a basketball fan than I care to admit, but Rashad McCants was my favorite college basketball player ever, so yeah, I remember him. Actually, my all-time favorite was either him on Andre Barrett. Remember Andre Barrett? He had a cup of coffee with 6 teams in the league.

Scot Pollard

I did enjoy Lee Pace’s turn in Guardians of the Galaxy as a generic, omnipotent, colorful supervillain, though. So what was he doing right? Or was I just finding something that wasn’t there because I already like Lee Pace (as I already like Oscar Isaac)?

Oh, I definitely appreciate what you said and your passion, even if I disagree. The Joey Lawrence gif was not my reaction to your passion — rather, it’s my definitive, incontrovertible proof that there’s a correct answer here, and it’s “whoa.” :)

I know, right? How come nobody can spell “whoa” right? It’s really not that hard.

Now this is a headline I can get behind.

since it robs the audience of a little urgency knowing there isn’t a full payoff until the next one

possibly because he looks like the synth player in a second-tier ’90s industrial-rock band. (Stabbing Westward, Gravity Kills, or God Lives Underwater, take your pick.)

Hootie and the Blowfish taught me it was ok to cry way back in 1994.

That gif is so great. It’s like the first time a youth hockey team tries to change lines by jumping over the boards. You’ve got to use the door if you’re not tall or strong enough to jump over, kids!