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It must have come to rest on the tent floor there right? Probably at the rail or somewhere at the wall where he couldn’t get a swing on it, so he took an unplayable to drop it where he’d have a clean swing and angle off of it. I mean, the only other possible place it seems like it could have come to a rest would be

It’s true. No real distributor, not a lot of perimeter shooting.

That scene in the space jam sequel when Jordan recruits the stars of today and Kevin Durant takes a look around and joins the Monstars. Gets me every time.

I can’t figure out if execs are morons or if I’m just disconnected from the “youths.” I have no interest in almost any video content that I can consume in writing. I get that video is more profitable. I get that large numbers of people watch YouTube all day. But I just can’t make the leap to thinking that anyone

I believe firmly this is the case. Celtics have amassed enough picks that you never feel that you’re wresting a prized asset from them. Two first rounders from them doesn’t feel like much, two firsts from a team that can only has two to give feels like you got the best out of them you could.

Two reasons as far as I can reason it out. I think it’s just harder than it looks, first. You have to be in the middle of the field unless you’re a really ballsy kicker, the kicker has to be lined up to do it, and the moment the ball is out the defense is coming.

I think the history on these talks always gets revised to the Celtics failing to trade one of those picks for Butler or George. Then the reporting is that the Bulls wanted something like the Nets pick PLUS four of the five guys behind Thomas and Horford. Or that the Pacers wanted both Nets picks plus Jaylen Brown

I never cared about the Knicks till moving to New York, where people insist this is the case. Now I enjoy actively rooting against them. When have they been good? They snuck in a title between Celtics dynasties 45 years ago. Congrats?

I’ll put it this way, there’s a lot of things you can do on a fancy private course to get a “talking to.” There’s basically nothing you can do on a cheap municipal course to get one, save hitting a golf ball at people intentionally, or this.

What? Of course it does. Weight like that affects the roll of any putt that crosses that line, and the wheels change the bent of the grass. Christ it’s considered rude to walk between someone’s ball and the hole for that reason.

You’re giving me horrible flashbacks to life guarding at a beach that didn’t allow them.

Ohhh, interesting. I’ve gotten way more into day drinking as I’ve gotten older (I’m 34 now).

It’s probably less your wrist than external rotation of your shoulders. When I first started experimenting with that position I thought it was my wrist/forearms too, because that’s where it burns. More likely though, you lack mobility further up the chain, which is keeping you from getting into that front rack

Those are the dead eyes of a man who knows his father didn’t even love him enough as a newborn to change his diaper once.

Well...ok, I grant that choke-slamming a reporter is a different issue than legislation, the facts are on the table.

I think you’re misstating the criticism of Cilliza and his ilk.

This used to come up all the time with Tim Wakefield, since he was tossing low 60s knuckleballs. Eventually the Yankees would just crowd the plate, and make only a vague turn inside to nominally avoid the pitch without actually getting out of the way at all.

I don’t understand what you mean by “reheat” and “leftover” and I won’t respond to it. Wait...

Anthony Davis, I’d think (though that was also Draymond’s draft class). Not a lot of guys have entered college as presumptive number 1, then put up a stat line like that to back it up either.

I get that, and it makes sense. But I think you can also reasonably conclude that absent adding a truly elite player that runway ends up looking like Toronto the last couple years, really good teams that can’t possibly break through given the talent of the elite teams.