I don’t know if I exactly enjoyed watching the Rockets be brutally betrayed by their own calculations, but I felt fortunate to be seeing it happen.

Not a good look with Pierre shows better reflexes than you, and you’re the future HOFer.

I have no idea if this is actually a good idea, but I kind of love it. As an impartial observer of the Rays (Tigers fan here, so no real animosity for them), whether this is a resounding success or an unmitigated disaster, it will be entertaining to see how it unfolds. Because my team is so putrid, I haven’t watched…

God dammit.

I’ve listened to the album about 15 times since it landed on my doorstep Wednesday. Fucking beautiful, as always. But my screen name and avatar here give me away as a huge fanboy.

Perfect choice given that in the last few days both a best of Mark E. Smith and a new Malkmus record came out. Sparkle hard, folks.

Compounding that sense of disenchantment: benefits. Sure, there are shift beers. But things like paid time off, 401(k)s, and employee equity programs are hit or miss, say the brewers I spoke to. Not to mention healthcare. “Barely anyone in the brewing industry has health insurance” through their jobs, Johnson says.

but more importantly it’s because the Warriors know more ways to score than standing around like fucking idiots while their Designated Ball User dribbles a Morse Code War and Peace into the hardwood in 22-second chapters.

It’s going to be pretty funny to watch Marcus Morris get obliterated in Game 2.

It’s nice and all that Nunes said what she said after the fight, but I have to ask, did she let up significantly going into the 5th round? If not, the words ring pretty hollow.

The best part is the team is called the Sirloins. What the fuck?

1. Cavs def. Warriors *

How the hell is the top comment “stick to sports!!!11!”

Worse, they’re getting Tampa Bay/Nashville.

The thing I find interesting about LeBron is that even with his mileage he hasn’t broken down yet. Freak injuries are just that, you can’t account for them. But every season that ticks by and he makes subtle adjustments to his game to stay the best without gassing himself makes it feel inevitable that, if he wants to,…

You’re 100% right. And yet, as injured as the Celtics are, watching them right now I keep thinking to myself, “They’ll beat the Cavs, they’re too deep and LeBron will be too gassed.”

I think you might want to look up the word “mental.”

Shit man, imagine how those of us living here feel about it.