The Bulls beating the Lakers in the ‘91 Finals, specifically MJ’s switch-handed scooping layup, and perhaps even more specifically Marv Albert’s call of it:

scrolling quickly, i thought this was an ad, and rolled my eyes pretty hard.

I know it wasn’t really the point of this post, but for what it’s worth I actually do believe that Adam Schefter is this naive. Outside the context of NFL scuttlebutt, he strikes me as a genuinely thickheaded, incurious twit.

The maneuver itself is devastating enough, but to just glare at the kid wandering in the lane and then just head over to the sideline to rejoice is some unbridled savagery.

oh yeah i know. “motivation” is such a cloudy concept in sports generally, but with MJ it was about as transparent as can be.

sooooo the bulls were not the defending champs, as the second graf indicates.

We all know who is going to take this down so it’s all pretty moot, but my goodness Naya Fowler getting left off the ballot is an affront to this entire spectacle.

no basketball shoes look cool.

Seven Habits of a Highly Ineffective Quarterback Who is Me

I ain’t no kinda marketing dude, but the Wolves need to resume selling this track suit starting like yesterday.

So fucking vile. This man should be banned from the ballpark, as should anyone else wearing plaid cargo shorts.

I don’t remember any of these guys.

I am transfixed by the photo choice here, for some reason.

I see the switch from TV to radio didn’t do much to help our man here:

I just don’t think enough was ever made of the fact that the guy’s last name is literally a slang term for a thing or situation that is suspect, deceptive or generally out of place.

I go about every five months, and even when I get it cut, I have them leave it fairly long, as the ‘fresh cut’ look does no favors for me. Every time I go and wait for a chair to open up, I am sitting next to like five guys whose pre-haircut hair is far shorter than my post-haircut hair will be.

this confident young man’s resemblance to Cam Newton is frightening and exhilarating.

Or even a Poe Dameron/Kylo Ren spin on “Please Mr. Kennedy.”

I know a few couples who “have a list” of this sort, but I just think it serves as more of rhetorical device than anything else. It sort of identifies the specific famous people that you might be excused for overtly fawning after in the privacy of your home.

this theory presumes that either of the final two matrix films make any damn sense and is therefore invalid.