It’s worth pointing out that Dave Loggins may have had an extra bit of sports-theme fraternal rivalry to work out in the year of our Asiatic black Lord (know your history!) 1981:

I’ve always wondered how he, a cynical wag who hates Tiger (in part because Tiger didn’t genuflect at that upstairs grill), felt watching his daughter debase herself for Lance.

Tuesdays with Sorrie, a passive-aggressive meditation by alum Mitch Albom.

Punishing young black males while protecting older white criminals really is an insult to the good name of Lynchburg.

Poor guy still has to rumble his own pony.

So far he sounds like the Juicero of baseball managers.

And yes, I do think an album long Sixers parody of The Wall (“The Process”) is in order.

Markelle did you have to hit Joel’s...eye?

He don’t need no wrist pronation, he don’t need no distance control...

Alex Trebek: Oooh, sorry, any Trump joke replies here needed to mention the wall.

HEY, shooting TEACHERS...leave this kid alone!

Immortan Mo!

It’s what Google Translate MLB —> NBA would come up with for “Jamie Moyer’s changeup.”

Principle #5 in the Mavs’ new front office training curriculum.

“For a couple of minutes, the discussion of hiring Pitino was given the floor.”

Oh sure, but when I just tap my feet I’M the bad guy. — Larry Craig

Shouts of “GET OUT, Tiger!” will be answered by loudspeakers with the sound of a clinking teaspoon.

In the spirit of Holy Week, I need to make sure I have some Roman patrons left to keep giving me pieces of silver...

“Some may call flaunting the rules Naive, but they have it all...backwards.” *gets $1million for product placement*

If you get right in a person’s face and call him a ‘bitch-ass motherfucker,’ you’re tempting fate.