There's a complete lack of self-awareness here. It's pretty clear you've got some deep-seated issues if trolling people on an article about a football player actually brings you enjoyment.

Billy, if even half of these people who want to contact you are legitimate in their stories/connections to Scott, I eagerly await the follow up to this wonderful piece.

OK I read Bryant's reply and I can't tell if he is claiming there is not a video, there is a video but he is not ashamed of it or if he's ordering dinner. It is incoherent, and I would expect better from an alum of the esteemed institute of OK State.

But you took the time to register an account on a sports fan site to call people stupid for caring about athletes personal lives. That is actually more pathetic.

I'm Travis Scott's former manager. Hip Hop DX wrote an article about the tip of the iceberg.

If you can listen to Travi$ scott and then listen to Young Thug (I enjoy both to an extent) and tell me that Young Thug and Chief Keef (widely considered two of the most intolerable rappers in history) spattering random awful noises over the same beats is more appealing than Travi$ Scott's marginally original work by…

Did he steal your girlfriend? If it's so blatant he's biting from Ye and Cudi, than why do they co-sign and continue to collaborate with him? This prevailing notion that rap music should only sound like its territorial origin is completely ridiculous and short changes the genre. Good music is good music regardless.

distinctive rap voices continue to emerge from areas like New Orleans's Third Ward

Okay, it's a Kansas middle school game, but I don't feel sorry for that hotdogging kid who drove the lane and missed the shot. His dad refereed the game and kept letting him get away with all sorts of crap. At 0:18 of the video you can faintly hear, "Carry on my wayward son."

Except the pumps have a bad tendency to spit out ketchup in all directions when they are low on ketchup. I've had it happen on me before.

My wife puts ketchup on chicken all the time and I think I want a divorce.

Which fans are worst: the ones who think they'd catch 90% of routine MLB fly balls, or the ones who think they'd shoot 90% from the free throw line in the NBA?

Sometimes I miss the days when a Disney sports biopic would change everything right down to the names, unless the 1988 Jamaican bobsled team really had guys named Sanka Coffee and Yul Brenner

Not even that long ago I was late for my 8 o'clock lecture and had been drinking an Arnold Palmer in the car on my way to class. I made it, albeit a few minutes late, but I made it.

Dumbest sober moment:

It happened in little league. I stole second base. Stole that fucker good too...made it there standing up. But we were playing on a field that was in one of those baseball complexes that housed like four fields right next to each other, so right as I get to second I hear the ping of a bat. Now, I'm not paying…

I once drove white-knuckle through a massive thunderstorm for a couple hours on the way to relatives for a holiday. Stopped at a gas station and was so stressed from the drive I guess my brain didn't go through its normal unconscious checklist, so I just filled up, got in the car, and drove off. Three seconds later I…

I'm starting with the man in the mirror (Ooh!)

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