I am so excited for this to lead to scintillating conversations with my friends about their recent sports gambling exploits. Thankfully that will lead into a quick side conversation around their fantasy football team, and finally we can discuss a bar they went to last weekend that is one of their favorites and has a…

You’re right. It wasn’t Draymond that was kicking and stomping everyone’s balls. It were the refs, mind-controlled by LeBron in the stands.

Hmmm. And you don’t think any of the things you mentioned would occur with Clinton as president.

A loss almost bad enough to make you want to kill a teammate and have your coach try to cover things by insisting the dead guy was a drug dealer.

Nah.... I’d rather have my fun at 28 than 43.

Having fun every weekend in your 20s is way better than doing it in your 40s.