“Literally the same thing over and over”
If only Vincent Carter over Frederic Weis, Jordan from the foul line, Dr. J’s cradle, and thousands of other dunks NBA fans can distinguish and appreciate as creative feats at the edge of human physical ability had the variety and breadth of My Little Pony episodes.   

After someone screwed with the TV’s tint scale.

I was 6 years old, riding a day-camp bus back to the pickup point. Felt sick right as I got up and hurled over the seatback in front of me. Kept head down and scurried down the aisle and out of the bus, but not before hearing the guy who, unbeknownst to me, had been lying flat across the seat ahead of me. “UGHHHH,…

I’m a horrible person, but I really want Alicia Sacramone to be given one free shot.

And this “Well, actually” moment is brought to you...by you, on account of it’s your second joke, champ.

FAU’s fans may not be able to stomach it, but a staple of the offense will be running, balanced by passing only when necessary.

I mean not to undermine the Resistance but...fat weighs a lot less than muscle? And the man doesn’t exercise other than pressing down golf cart accelerators. He’s a fat, deteriorating old man, including his brain. This is consistent with not being 300 pounds.

I think we can all say we hope you become a better reader and more thoughtful commenter than your former self.

You’d think this ref of all people could be left to look after kids.

I thought that kid getting held was in for the most traumatic explosive sound (albeit of joy) but then...just a nice warm celebration that a therapist will never need to unearth.

Though in his case it was only for a year.

That’s what you get for hiring Cecilia Gimenez as your shooting coach.

When my Latin teacher asked me, in front of the whole class, what “novem minus quattuor” was.

THIS IS NOT A DRILL. — color commentator on a Lonzo Ball 3 attempt.

We’re out here destroying eyeballs. — Allen’s outfit
Hold our beer. — John Daly’s pants
Used to be us. (sniff) — Jesper Parnevik’s closet

After his reception at tonight’s St. Charles parties he’s now called Justin Handy.

Massholes Are Trying To Become Disruptors And It’s The Fucking Worst.

Danny Ainge’s Pornhub is texting Sixers’ front office jpegs of Tatum’s jump shot.

He brought an internet mob to view someone’s loved one, hanging from a tree after they committed suicide. Pretty sure Black Mirror has some things to say about social media fame co-opting everything (e.g. Fifteen Million Merits).

That picture looks like Jake Gyllenhaal right in the middle of going Super Saiyan.