Oh Hell no. I refuse to start paying for porn again.

Yes, let’s make the NBA more like the NFL and unncessarily punish him for stupid but ultimately harmless off-the-court shit.

One of them is, host Dan Hellie is a pro for sure. He did a great job keeping cool and not letting that tool get him off track while he tried, nearly in vain, to get Casserly back on track!

He yanked down on his arm hard enough to dislocate his shoulder. It was intentional.

I love the intense I’m gonna dunk on this motherfucker look, before he gets thoroughly rejected.

Someday he’ll make a great 6th man on a good team. In the meantime, he’s a Bill Simmons Irrationally Overconfident player.

Oh, the look of excitement and glee at the beginning of the Vine is just heartbreaking. It’s like watching a kid thinking he got an Xbox realize it’s a sweater.

The notion of a “scoop” is a wonderfully antiquated idea. When folks were walking around with a dime in their pocket and trying to decide between the Post-Register and the Daily Times, then yeah, it might matter who had the latest and greatest news. But you know what? It’s 2015. I can ingest news from dozens of…

If he didn’t wear khaki pants as a kid playing baseball by himself, then my existence is meaningless.

Harbaugh, no doubt. He sounds like my dad. I could deal with that. At least he isn’t likely to get mad at me and shoot me in the face. Probably just throw some chairs at me.

Who guzzles milk so he’ll grow tall?

And yet somehow *I* was the mediawhore/distraction.

“If we can’t play decent football in this town, nobody will.” - the 49ers

How casual is too casual for the interrogation room?

Nah. A wide-brimmed fedora is classy as hell if you can pull it off (though that “if” is important). The trilbies that neckbeards so love, though? Those were never really properly “cool”.

Because to be an official finisher, you have to be an official entrant. Jock probably revoked her number so she was an official DNF.