Damn. I knew in my heart it would be the dude on the left—that’s a dude who flexes aggressively at strangers. But I wanted it to be the guy with the hot topic hair. Guy in the middle? I bet he’s gotta sideline in magic.

If it is, I hope their visual effects have a higher poly count than either of the messes on these accounts... ‘cause tonight we’re gonna render like it’s nine-teen ninetynine.

Rondo has always been masterful at controlling tempo offensively and disrupting tempo defensively

Rondo and Holiday are soundly outplaying Dame and McCollum. Lillard’s been particularly bammer, to the point I’ve been wondering if he’s injured or if his dog died or something. Zach Collins has been way more effective and he looks like a fucking hypeman from a Jake Paul video.

Eric Bledsoe doesn’t seem to be familiar with Terry Rozier.

Prison ages dudes in dog years.

Me always assumed some TV writer ended up in night court, surrounded by weirdos, and inspiration struck. Anyway, that show was second only to Late Night with David Letterman in making ‘80s New York look dirty, chaotic, dangerous, and completely magical.

People keep acting like nothing is different about this Cavs team from years past. As if there isn’t something missing. Something that wasn’t ever fully addressed.

This screen shot says it all:

“One Year Ago Today” - The Driving Wheels

Ungraying you in case anyone needs an example

That’s enough to make you cry. All that work finding food and then losing it.

Cheap pressure washers aren’t worth it

Cheap pressure washers aren’t worth it

it’s like a bear in wolf’s clothing.

“Mr. Engler then looked directly at me... ‘well give me a number.’”

Hehe, thanks friend. Nah, there’s a hole in my heart that’s developed and grown since around November 2016... I was born on 7/4, always been a bit of a patriot, and a liberal, supportive guy. The level of frustration and anger and hopelessness I have felt at... Oh, 40% or so of this country for the last 18 months has…

What in tarnation? You leave Yosemite Sam outta this, varmint.

No, because two guys wearing brightly colored motorcycle helmets didn’t burst in and shoot the fuck out of him with rocket launchers.

In 1996, I went to Jamaica via Air Canada with United points and flew through YYZ. Where we checked in for our tickets, there were a ton of - what I learned later - seasonal Jamaican workers waiting there. We took our tickets and started to sit down and the lady said, “no, through there to your waiting area”. I was…

There’s no goddam way I’m clicking on that.