Jesus. That’s fucking incredible. I don’t get it.

Sometimes I have difficulty controlling my words. I may have turrets.

Damn, he wasn’t even wearing his Like Mike’s.

Reminds me of when Kentucky’s coach had to grab the mic and tell the couple fucking in the bleachers “quit, cousins.”

A braise? In South Texas? That’s heresy! Take that shit back to the Carolinas.

Kawhi are you like this?

It’s a braise really, be patient and it will turn out just fine.

Simmering, not smoking? Get your fucking shit together, San Antonio!

I don’t doubt that even if Leonard doesn’t return until the fall, his relationship with his coach, at least, will be none the worse for wear.

Which is why she’ll probably get buried hosting the 4am SportsCenter on ESPN8.

When you woke up this morning, did you think of yourself as someone who would call the teenaged survivor of a mass shooting a liar on the internet, or are you surprised to learn that about yourself?

In response to Trumps tweet.

I waited for approximately 45 minutes when I got my pistol and 15 minutes for an AR. When I asked why it was such a short wait for an AR the guy said, “It falls under the same rules as a hunting rifle.”

Pop is why I can’t hate the Spurs.

I said it back in high school, and I’ll say it again: CANCEL SCHOOL FOREVER. IT’S THE ONLY WAY TO SAVE THE CHILDREN.

Better communication has obviously been the difference. LeBron yelled defensive instructions to Isaiah Thomas, but the words just seemed to go over his head.

I see how it is—when LeBron yells defensive coverages to his colleagues, he’s the best player of his era but when I yell offensive coverages to my co-workers I have to go to HR and explain that I was just quoting New York Times columnist, Quinn Norton.

LeBron makes the game look so easy, it’s like he’s playing horse.

That’s an upgrade from his time on the Patriots where Brady called him Street Rat.