If you’re talking from a strictly athletic standpoint, maybe. Otherwise the correct answer is Charles Oakley.
If you’re talking from a strictly athletic standpoint, maybe. Otherwise the correct answer is Charles Oakley.
No, Bryce won. Bryce the one who looks like a human Fievel.
You do understand that slow motion only happens in movies, right? In FICTION, which if you look it up in the dictionary means anything that isn’t non-fiction. Jesus. Have you ever seen slow motion in real life? Even once? Don’t be an idiot.
+1 gullible patsy
In real life there’s no such thing as slow motion you donkey brain, it’s only in movies. I bet you’re like my brother Carl though and think all of the Matrix is real. We call him donkey brain too.
Time is a fixed constant. You can’t slow down or speed up time. That’s why time travel is impossible except in cheesy sci-fi movies with actors like Billy Zane in them. So count when you watch the video. Ten real seconds. Do it again. TEN! I get that the Warriors are good, but to let them blatantly cheat like this is…
He’s dirty but no one notices because of the Pachulia.
What the fuck? Zaza Pachulia was camped out in the paint for almost TEN seconds!!! Blow the fucking whistle ref.
You do know who his father is, right?
But is she there for the right reasons?!
I can’t help how much I love this dumb show. The people are so unlikable and yet watching them go through these crazy challenges is so entertaining.
It’s great that he’s a “fine protagonist”, but that’s not the issue. We spent two games building this emotional connection with Clementine, and I have no interest in continuing the series without her at the head of it. It’s like if J.K. Rowling had replaced Harry Potter with Oliver Wood halfway through the series…
SHE’S NOT THERE TO MAKE FRIENDS!
Clem not being the main character was a huge mistake, and part of the reason I haven’t bothered to buy this.
Wow, make champagne popsicles is the new let them eat cake. I never got that memo. Nice.
this is exactly why I’ve never dated her.
I’m loving this decade. This is the decade of “Wait, what do you mean I have to be responsible for my actions now?”
The friction goes all the way back to the beginning, when Mike thought his name should be first.
Mike Greenberg is a Poor Man’s Bill Simmons.
I know that look. It’s the same one I give my wife after one of the kids starts crying when I am supposed to be “watching” them.