...pitch—er, field.
...pitch—er, field.
When Ian Polter comes off looking more professional, you’ve got to reassess some things.
Not when the entire ethos/business model is: “Being terrible humans to own the lIbz!1!”
Really, you just need to look at his background to see where this stuff comes from:
Haha well, you’re welcome to come to Sweden and try to celebrate Midsummer on a Saturday. Literally no one will join you.
Pretty sure this is actually a list of Bristol Palin’s exes.
What an unlikable team.
At some point shouldn’t we just realize that the Embiid stuff really isn’t kayfabe and he’s actually kind of a dickhead?
In the AAF, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups. The players who were suckered into wasting months of their life, and the owners who will somehow cash out and profit on an obvious disaster. These are their stories.
“Trust me, you’re better off not knowing.”
Hmm, maybe Gottliebs not living by the rules of credit card fraud made him a worse basketball player?
This can’t but have something to do with the next season of The Good Place (writing credit, consultation, guest appearance, Jason plot twist, etc.).
That shot chart is Gruden-like. However, my favorite NBA visualization is still this Google search result:
Fun fact: “The Touching is, To Me, Off Limits,” was the original title of MC Hammer’s 1990 breakthrough single.
Pretty sure the naked guy is Senator Rick Scott.
I understand that Harden is upset, but before making comments like these after games he should just take a step back and then take a step back and think.
I feel bad for Zion’s knee. But this is tremendous content.
Whatever you think of his take, you have to acknowledge that Bill Simmons’s history definitely gives him a position to criticize a person for trying to lure talent away from another organization to join his own.
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