“What’s the big deal? When I got on the phone in the middle of a game I usually lost way more than $30,000.”
“What’s the big deal? When I got on the phone in the middle of a game I usually lost way more than $30,000.”
Honestly, I had no clue what that sentence was saying until I saw this comment, went back and inserted the em dashes. Finally made sense.
I have a feeling that these fine upstanding gentlemen are not entirely unfamiliar with what to do with items of value that just happen to have fallen off the back of a truck.
Their taxes are going to be fucked this year because they held and used that money. It should have been put into a disability trust and managed by a disability law firm. But they tried to play saviors and control his life out of the goodness of their hearts.
I can’t wait tilde next time they meet
Being public also subjects us to the quarterly earnings cycle that puts enormous pressure on Tesla to make decisions that may be right for a given quarter, but not necessarily right for the long-term.
Their ability to project and blame others for their own behavior is, quite simply, as breathtaking as it is soulless.
I've never seen either movie, and I enjoyed this thoroughly. Sounds like some real comic-book-style timeline nonsense.
You guys should get her credentialed for Pacers-Warriors next year, cover her covering the game.
And here I thought a Deadspin reader could get satire?
Just advertise which ones are the parent-only flights so I can book those.
Imagine a world without the U.S. flooding it with weapons and drug money.
Five second rule!
I like people who don’t cancel peace summits
Better ideas:
1) Everyone has to stand for the anthem but the anthem is now, “Let’s go Crazy” by Prince.
2) All players stand for the anthem ON the united states flag.
3) All players who choose to kneel for the anthem must also be iced.
4) Cops stop harassing, assaulting and killing innocent people (HAHA jkjkjkjk!)
5) Any…
Their parents have either played or know of it, so it’s a more familiar sport than, say, basketball or track and field.
Holy shit Marlboro Miles. I took the “five miles” UPC off of every pack my buddy’s dad smoked until I could send in for the hat. My parents had to sign off on this, since you had to be 18, which I was not.
Great post. The only people I have much sympathy for in this story are the Frankie and Betsy Andreu. They never really understood the world or the people they were challenging until it was too late.
I’m tired of these stick-framed, overly-photoshopped creatures setting unrealistic examples for young critters.
alternative headline, “GQ Finally Gets Joke.”