In a shank-off, I would END Chris Berman.

Look at this mess:

“I just call it how I see it” . . . is not an effective prelude to any moment of cogence.

Jay Mohr is a trash fire. But Cowherd is a racist trash fire. Oof.

This comment is well-written. The article is trash prose. Fire your editor.

Where did I park the Buick?

Go back to the IE and take your neck tattoo with you. We all know that no USC fan actually graduated from USC.

That teen blogger had some good ideas.

Minor. Bond. Villain.

That's fake nice. Go back to being honest, it made for better radio.

That's fine, but the bigger issue is figuring out what Key and Peele are doing on Sunday.

Get sideways with LeBron, get fired. Stay gold with the balding King, keep job. The calculus of that seems pretty clear.

The full takedown on the radio was pretty sweet. He was basically like “Oh, he’s calling ME out? Well, here are quotes on the eighty reasons Byron Scott is trash, then, since I guess the obligation to remain politic is no longer part of the situation.” Killed him.

Boogie!

You're fun.

The realization that there are multiple Antentokounpos was a delightful way to start Saturday. The high school one’s euro-step dunk looked like some video game shit. Yeesh.

This needs all the stars. Also, if there were a comment response button that implied gagging/giggling/feeling shame, I'd click that one too.

Henry Goddamn Weinhard’s, Will. Cripes.

Did a PIG dig your truffles, bro?

They are unfair.