I stared at that 2014 tweet and at first I lol’d but then I serious’d, because it actually is not a truism— it means, logically speaking, that SA and Miami can only lose to each other in the Finals. If another team faces either in the Finals, they’ll lose. That may be a wrong thought, but it’s not exactly the same as…

Now that’s how you take down a standing symbol of Auburn athletics. — Harvey Updyke

The old Jeff Van Gundy, the classic moves never die.

I got Dash-punched by Bret Hart looking that old.  

With Climaxes throughout.

“From Brooklyn Pumroy to Brooklyn Summit” sounds like a billionaire’s 15-year-old transferring from Grandpa’s alma mater to a special needs school.

If he’s a real Caruso, he’ll follow this peak performance by quitting the Lakers in order to try out for movie roles.

Along came a scribe
With creepy vibes
And made Muffet wave him away.

Was this game played in the Valley because MadBum got dingered

“Am I a brother’s fill-in?”

Bomani should have chanted “You will not replace me!” so Will Cain could feel the full crossburn. 

The best reason is the one they’ll never give:

So much for “This is No Biggie.”

Stop. You’re killing us. 

Feh, shoulda seen what Jesus Christ my kiss got. — Judas

I just like imagining it’s one big kindergarten and Simon said “Touch your head!”

Anning should be grateful. Given who this kid’s father obviously is, he’s lucky he didn’t get a red-hot chili pepper to the eye.

Speaking of Fell, while he looks like Mr. Roper he was a jack tripper.

The NCAA is the chief problem, as always, but the point about success here is also about coaching as a form of teaching and character formation (which is how Izzo and Carter are defending it). Read Jabbar and Walton on Wooden and then ask whether, as Carter and Izzo and Knight would have it, you have to be this…

Yeah, who could ever succeed at college basketball by providing calm, consistent, even-keeled coaching?