Don’t call him “Steph.” You’re not friends.

How many people actually watched “Room,” do you think. I read half the book, got really sad (even though the book is super solid) and gave up. No way I'm subjecting myself to the visuals. I'm with Drew.

So, my inability to hit a curveball is related to my inability to grow a mustache? Thanks a fucking lot, Glavine.

I stand astride this generational divide. Let me just say “Girls, girls, you’re both terrible.”

You were 11 during the Bush presidency, skippy.

Wow! Exciting!

Wrong.

Done.

Nah.

Wait . . . what?

People are usually pretty chill when I call them “fucking cocksuckers.” Not sure why the ref overreacted so much.

AA has a success rate in the single digits.

“Incessant” excellence is not a thing. Edit your shit, Billy.

Remember when Najeh Davenport did a poop in that lady’s clothes hamper?

What the fuck is this sentence? Patrick, Jesus, c’mon.

Excellence, thy name is Doug.

Who is the gentleman sitting to Wiggins’ left? It's bugging me, because I know I should know.

Scrappy. Sees the floor like a coach. Deceptively quick. Heady. Good at traveling multiple times on the same play. I’m so sick of the stereotypes about white players, man.

25/20 pick your bear.

Drew, I heard you on the radio this morning. Good talk, but you sure make being on the radio sound really hard. Gave me a new appreciation for the polish most of the talking head schlock merchants have.