Three weeks. It was a beautiful three weeks, but a short time all the same. Three weeks of being best pals, late night talks in LA, the us-against-the-world camaraderie. He and LeBron were going to prove everyone wrong.

I’m used to being overlooked, but this one really hurts. At least that’s my initial reaction.

The resistance to tear this down might seem surprising, but what you don’t know is that the flamingos are named Robert E. Lee and Stonewall Jackson.

Honestly, I’m surprised Kawhi’s suddenly the guy people are putting up against Westbrook rather than Harden, who’s having a nutso season statistically. 29-7.8-11.3 (leading the league in assists while scoring 29 a night!) is fucking crazy and his team’s playing really well.

On the other hand, the Pens employ Phil Kessel, who looks like a member of the Shaler local of the Steamfitters Union.

+1 little bit

Dear Fox: C’mon, get him on the Series. You can make this happen. Let the whole nation get one more chance to listen to the best to ever do it.

Jesus Christ you are a bitter man.

But like the plague it will creep slowly into our lives. One of our friends will be tainted by this “hot take” and then spread it at our places of employment or at the bar. A stranger will be mentioning it while in line at the checkout stand at your local green grocer. The take will find you.

The only reason he joined Twitter is because someone told him he could block people.

Yes, because what corporate fat cat doesn’t want all the ratings gold of media market 43 in the NBA Finals instead of market No. 6, represented by a team that has meant big ratings all year and the reigning two-time MVP?

*Mexico City Gaucho’s CF scales wall to rob a would-be homer*

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The lady is not Travis’s sidepiece, she’s his fiancée.