Meanwhile, Ramon Arazam stews in AA ball, unable to hit lefties whatsoever.

He booted it into open space facing no pressure. Great weight, great look, but what am I missing that evidently makes it ethereal?

His arm gonna fly right off his body, though. Dave Dravecky shit.

Larry out there killin’ all the nerds. Awesome.

Should I be proud? Is troll-pride real pride? Does Twitter have a purpose?

God bless you, flame throwing doofus.

“Culture Editor” has never been a more bitterly ironic title than at this exact moment.

It's so bad, though.

That's Giri.

The four-panel video? Why? Its only function seem to be to give me a seizure and make Harden look like 4x more dickish. Good shot though.

The idea that he maybe ruptured the ACL while doing pretend-SEAL stuff is just . . . Astounding.

The uniforms are horrible. Like hot-iron press-on logos on Target house brand athletic wear. Trash.

Somebody needs to find me a photo of Jon Stewart hanging out with Ryan Lochte or I'm going to say a bunch of mean shit.

Speights dunks are the best part of that part.

Everything about the Royals except their TV crew reflects the fact that they are now a first-class organization. But their TV crew? Keith Hernandez pooping would be a better listen.

More Vin, Barry. You will always get my click with Vin.

Maybe Jared Goff won't be a dead, broken husk by then, though! That'll go real nice with my French toast! A living Jared Goff!

DiMaggio, son.

You are hard as fuck, brah.

Fat Paul represent.