A couple of thoughts Ive had as a Lakers fan watching these finals...

Let me tell you something about the Cleveland Cavaliers: Fuck the Cleveland Cavaliers.

Oh my poor, poor Drew. There is nothing more wrong than this:

Nice call.

Counterpoint:

Do Not Masturbate While Seated

Ah, sports comment sections...where what might have happened is more important than what actually DID happen. Bravo

Failing to use turn signals causes more accidents than distracted driving, I second your stabby-ness.

Yes. Truth. The All Mighty Rule of Driving is never assume the idiot in the other car is going to do what you expect/they’re supposed to/common sense would dictate. People suck. You’re piloting a 2-ton missile... tell me where you’re pointing it.

Addition to counterpoint: a person who is so lazy that they cannot literally flick up/down one finger to activate their turn signal should be made to toil in the salt mines until they realize the error of their ways.

Counterpoint the sequel: If you don’t know how to use a turn signal, why the hell would I assume you know how to use a turning lane?

Counterpoint: If there’s no turn signal flashing on your car, it means you are going straight and not turning

That said, at least you didn’t say you’re one of those assholes who brakes before signaling. Those people. Oh man. Those people...

“Sometimes I turn the signal off and wait until the light has changed to turn it back on. I’m in an ONLY lane. You all know I’m turning, right? No need to be redundant.”

9. Side of the highway. Yep. This one’s the worst. There should be a bathroom at every mile of every highway. I see no significant expense involved in this.

What’s crazy was that the Dubs were down two incredibly key rotation guys (Ezeli has been out too long now to count), playing the second night of a back-to-back on the road, their star player had a terrible shooting night, and playing against possibly another one of the greatest teams ever (seriously, the Spurs could…

Because I asked him politely.

If you don’t penalize for reaching across the table, I’m taking Manute Bol as my beer pong partner. He’d just reach across and drop the balls into the cups. He would also probably have some great stories about not being alive anymore.

Goddamn it. I can’t very well listen to a podcast while I’m pooping at work, now can I?