What a load of b.s. Good on you for not appeasing that charade. Did they ever try to pay you after the fact for your consent?

For real. Reaves is pretty much the last dude I want to fight on skates besides anybody else.

Cleveland will burn. Regardless of how the Cavs do in the playoffs.

Obligatory

Ricky Davis shot/rebounded at his own basket, and the scorekeeper did not acknowledge it. But an assist was credited to John Stockton anyway, because Utah.

But did he kill Teresa Halbach?

Maybe he was feeling moody?

Maybe he’s a Jung-ho Kang fan, too.

Payton continued by saying, “Everyone should just consult their in-house pharmacist and chillax, bro.”

“Oh, it’s for Kobe... Just once you’d think the NBA was trying to reach a new demographic.”

Torn ACL? I could have sworn it was a combination of plantar fasciitis and karma izabitchititus.

Swamp Dragons is still better than the Nets’ other timely name-change option in the mid-90s: the Shotgun-Riding Autobahn Racers.

I’d love to get Marlene Barnes’ opinion of this fucking hack.

Dude is a soulless clown. A farcical robot who uses other people’s insight to make himself seem profound, when in reality he is completely full of shit.

Dude is a soulless clown. A farcical robot who uses other people’s insight to make himself seem profound.

Personally, I’m more interested in Molly’s shirt.