The only team that likes each other is the Team That Was Promised and the First of His Name: The Milwaukee Giannises

Anecdotal, but my 9-year-old and his friends have completely jumped off the bandwagon. The end is nigh, and it may be the happiest development of my parenthood since he learned to wipe his ass by himself.

On a Wednesday night in February, they can. Four times out of seven in May, no, they absolutely cannot.

It’s interesting that you bring up Westworld to make the point that the game isn’t aware enough of its own narrative platitudes.

The defense, while it slipped somewhat last season, runs almost entirely on Green. Very (very) few guys can switch the way he does and then bang with centers. Averages 7 assists a game (not a huge achievement on that team, but he’s a willing and underrated passer). He is the very definition of “love that guy on my…

“‘Tics in six!”