Both have a little bit of lucky: one to have Jordan after his first abortive attempts to single-handedly carve his way to the Finals, the other to take over a hospital ward of an already-good team that would, the next year, get the ping-pong ball for Duncan as opposed to, say, Keith van Horn.

Some of my starters didn’t agree with my game plan. They even allowed an unconscionable amount of offensive rebounds. So I.. RESTED them. And when some guys off the bench tried to intervene, I rested them as well.

Spider Man, Spider Man

I miss the old Chiefs/Raiders rivalry, where Ray Guy did The Hustle for several minutes straight after pinning Kansas City behind the 10-yard-line and then Walter White would try to one-up him by doing the Funky Chicken in the end zone after scoring and then Ted Hendricks would brain Walter with his helmet.

“Sounds good to me, but I don’t see a timid QB getting sacked and/or crumpling to the ground in that sequence” - Bill O’Brien

(Chiefs score 21 in the first half)

You take that back, he had 3 deflections, 4 shoves, 11 ‘my bads’, and 9 hustle plays that resulted in nothing of benefit to the team. If that isn’t production, I don’t know what is.

“Well, as you’ll see from this spreadsheet..”

In all fairness, nobody’s won with a floor routine that’s 50% thumb-dance since Nadia Comaneci in 1976

A lot of us are Dade County assistant district attorneys, it’s true.

At least we’ll know they’ll make the Finals, as there appear to be only two teams in the Eastern Conference (Knicks/Cavs). I guess the Warriors are in the finals by default, unless they have to go through the motions and beat the Timberwolves first.

“Maybe as a sports reporting concern, we should employ an aura-ologist or strap him to an e-meter so we confirm his exact emotional state and possible level of Thetan saturation”

My comment was only 15 words long, surely you could have read until the end of it.

It’s amazing how learned Harbaugh can appear to be after finding and wearing a pair of glasses he found in the terlet.

Come on, that never happened

Three words: Nora Ephron’s Bewitched

Neither are anywhere close to the gold standard of excellence established by Buster Poindexter’s Car 54, Where Are You?

I find your lack of knowledge about individual scumbag Raider fans disturbing.

And now Darth Raider has completed the Death Fart

It’s better than the Watch An Adult Man Try To Explain Basketball With Weirder Verbiage Than Ted Cruz Uses For The First Time series.