I hear Magic Johnson isn’t doing anything.

I stepped on a lego the other day with my bare foot, so I know what this guy is going through.

This blog’s written in... NEE-YEW YAUWURK CITEH?!?!? 

He looks like a mashup of all 4 members of The Monkees

A wonderful entry into the rich Giants tradition of throwing passes to players in different jerseys. 

Houston is trying to figure out another way.

James Harden complaining the game should be called “the way it’s supposed to be called” is like Wil E. Coyote complaining to Acme customer service after the Roadrunner escapes into the cliff painting. It’s like, yeah, man, that wasn’t supposed to happen, but to be fair you were legit trying to smash and eat that bird.…

Truth on all counts.

Zero sympathy for a pair of professional flop merchant crybabies who play the basketball equivalent of Let Me Speak To Your Manager and apparently have never heard of the boy who cried wolf. Let them lose in 4.

James Harden can eat a whole bag of dicks.

While shooting a potential game-tying three, Harden tried to get a close-out foul called against Draymond Green and jumped forward about four feet so that he would land against his defender.

Watching James Harden not get the foul calls he’s used to is the most reliable joy the NBA playoffs can offer.

Well sure, you say that now....

I’m open!

I bought a four-pack of assorted brown socks at Costco. I’m a bit older than Drew, so I can definitely say that’s the last time I’ll buy brown socks.

Nobody is better at stopping Russel Westbrook than himself.

“I was just standing around...” sounds suspiciously like something you hear from the red-eyed, shirtless guy with the face tattoos on “COPS” as he’s getting patted down.

Counterpoint: The Deadcast actually answers the age old question about a tree falling in the forest.

Amelie x1000