Is this how the map really plays out, or are the Cleveland Indians forced to occupy just a small, less desirable area to call their own?

My son was born on April 1st and that little disappointment continues to be the cruelest prank the universe has ever played on me.

If you lived there, you probably wouldn't be able to take the meth pipe out of your mouth long enough to fire up the Dodge Dart, drive through the thick fog of despair and the boarded-up downtown to buy their X-tra Large Meatacular Super-Awesome Triple-Cheez Thursday Speshul.

"Hello, I'd like to order a pizza for delivery."

And who says the Boston area is hard to navigate?

Fixed.

"If I can work with pinkeye, you can handle the sniffles."

Player 8, Player 1, Player 5, Player 6 and Player 11

There is much to joke about when it comes to Bill Walton. But I will say this: Anyone who can be so "out there," but still forge a completely successful relationship with one of the most famously straight-laced people of all time, be a Hall of Famer and reach the absolute pinnacle of his profession, find a second…

Hey Captain! Open up! We've got to install these microwave ovens!

But it looks good on you, though... *eyes bug out and roll*

Nien Nunb wore it better

I've honestly never laughed at a Deadspin post more than this one. Bravo, folks.

"I used to watch Scrubs after school every day."

This year's bracket is just the NIT. Fuck already won the Dance.

He's just checking out Clayton's ponytail.

Where in the actual fuck is Fuck?

I'm still holding out hope that his views on parenting eVOLVOs.

You down with OBP?

I still wish this would work like MLB's draft. Eligible straight out of high school, but if you commit to a school you go there for 3 years. D-League/international ball would be like the community colleges where you could play for a year or two before entering the draft again