In my opinion, I do not believe Obama stands a snowball’s chance in hell of getting a new SC justice appointed before next January 20. This is why it’s more important than ever to vote democrat in the general - and to vote for the ACTUAL NOMINEE, whomever it is.

It’s an “up-and-down” violation, not a walk. When both your feet leave the floor in taking a shot and one lands before the ball is released, it’s “up-and-down.” And it was obvious, as it happened. Just another example of ineffectual officiating ruining a game. In fairness, it happened so fast, no one watching screamed…

Scalia dies but Duke wins. I guess that was asking for too much.

Like Kobe, I too attended Lower Merion. In 2008 I was the editor and color coordinator of the school basketball website. I interviewed Kobe for a few minutes during a game we were playing at the then Wachovia Center. Afterwards he said “hey man, you’re pretty good. Might be the next Marv Albert,” to which I responded…

In case it was hard to pick Oher out, here’s a still shot. He’s on the right...

We can’t hear his voice inflection. He might be saying it like “Oh really? I’m wrong? Really?” So, more of an “I’m wrong?” than an “I’m wrong.”

Zebra here. He’s clearly admitting he didn’t like his own call by giving Draymond a lot of latitude in complaining. We will always give more leeway for complaints on calls in which we’re not quite as confident. My lip reading shows him saying, “I’m wrong. I’m wrong! How’s that?” That’s the professional way of handling…

It wasn't "I'm wrong!", it was "I'm wrong?!". I don't think the ref admitted anything.

Looked to me like he was saying “I’m wrong?! I was at the basket...”, as in Draymond told him he was wrong, and he was refuting it by repeating the accusation

Thumb Love, Orifice: Posterior

Him: A man who has never felt bad enough to know what actual happiness feels like. Blank, detached, somewhat melancholy. He pulls back the corners of his mouth slightly because that’s what he’s supposed to do when there’s a camera pointed at him.

A friend of mine was in his class at Penn, and in the same major so they had a lot of classes together. She used to talk about him ALL OF THE DAMN TIME as if I were impressed. I wasn't. He's a douche.

My parents do this. They are both over 60 and use email for household business (bills and stuff) and communication with their kids. I think it’s weird, but if I want to communicate with one of the privately, I just pick up the fucking phone and call that parent. If it’s my mom, I can text her. My dad simply declines…

Oh, that would make sense, thanks. And yikes, sorry you had to deal with that!

I think she meant not you, but that she won’t publicize her address for her customers, so got a PO Box for herself. (I am assuming this is something like Ebaying specialty items.)

Incredibly informative. I just went and threw the thing into the trash. I’ve been fretting about this for a month and now it’s done. Thank you so much!

Well done, friend! If you’ve pissed off a conservative politician you’re doing something right.

All I know is what I heard from a friend who was in N.A. — doing it just once can permanently fry your brain chemistry (not everyone experiences this.) Why not try some nice mushrooms or get a groovy friend to set you up with some LSD? Much less addictive, and you might learn some interesting stuff!

Will a picture of my grumpy fluffball help me get ungreyed? I got sooooo close before I forgot the password to my last burner!

It’s a big deal when they eventually die. But the in-between time is AWESOME!