No way this happens—there’s no P.F. Chang’s in San Francisco.  Absolute deal breaker. 

And then used said gas to drive to Fisher’s house and punch him in the face.  

I was in a Williams-Sonoma yesterday and inwardly cursed Drew when the Hater’s Guide was nowhere to be found. I had to hate it on my own which wasn’t as fulfilling.

Much harrier conditions than those guys are used to racing in.

“That’s too much sequins”

I don’t know—I’d say that’s a pretty big plane crash.

That’s nuts.  

If he ever leaves Carleton he can probably get a Fresh start at Prince Edward Island.  

Part of me says Markelle Fultz is pulling some next level shit on the rest of the league—you know, that whole “those guys are playing checkers and Fultz is playing chess” deal. But, actually they’re playing basketball and he sucks at that.

Worked for me—but I also had to cook for my then 11 and 13 year old son’s half the time. I learned to cook out of necessity but found out I was pretty good at it. Nothing makes my ex-wife more frustrated that kids saying “dad made this really good dinner” while they gripe about what she made. I really like to cook —…

I can’t believe he Munsoned the first move ceremony.  

Why couldn’t this have been at the Hard Rock...

Curiously, this guy’s Ivy drug use won’t result in any track marks.

That letter is bad—I thought for a while it was recorded/transcribed with a piss poor voice to text but then some of the context couldn’t even be explained that way. You think maybe she’d have an attorney/advisor/agent/someone to help her through was was probably a really shitty afternoon st the Cosa Mesa police…

He looks like a dude who wears his commemorative championship ring every day.

I think you mean cereal killers.

If you take 50 grand that ends up costing your son his eligibility and a chance at an education worth 3-4 times that much plus reduces his visibility and marketability by getting him booted from amateur basketball—well, you probably shouldn’t ask to be his agent or financial advisor if he does get to the League. …

Yup—and I was surprised when it turned out not to be the case.  

Trust the (xiphoid) Process.  

Given the grand tradition that is New Hampshire basketball it’s not much of a surprise that someone from the Granite State threw up a brick.