Potato salad standards are strict in the south. For us, sweet relish and paprika are non-negotiable.

This goes from benign to excessive very quickly.

Couple of tricks to get someone to move their car when it’s parked outside of your home everyday.

The idea that Cousins, on just the second day of free agency, exercised some sort of absolute last resort because not a single team in the league would offer him a contract is ridiculous.

Jesus, fuck, sounds like they were having some sort of crazy cheeseburger and liquor party.

Where the hell were Ricky and Bubbles?

A LeBron/Kawhi/PG Big Three makes the Lakers as good as anyone else in the NBA

If I were San Antonio, I’d gin up up as much interest among Boston/Philly to raise the asking price. I’d demand Ingram, Josh Hart, and 8 straight years of SA-optional 1st rounder swaps starting in 2020 to get around the Stepien Rule and to use if/when LeBron leaves/gets old.

I’d leave Lonzo and Lavar with the Lakers…

Does...Does this man have two watches?!

Yes! That was weird! You’re at your childhood home with your family and instead of like, reflecting on how far you came or getting some quality camera time bonding with your family, you instead get excited to show them the gross pee spot because you think it’s funny. 12 year old me would totally do that, but 17 year…

There’s this moment in Hard Knocks that really weirded me out where he’s at his childhood home and is very, very excited to show off the place next to the porch where the men in the family go to pee. It’s like he’s a member of Motley Crue showing off a bedroom stripper pole on Cribs-just like deep pride in showing off…

Invite the top prospects and put them up against Ichiro and... Colon! And maybe a few other Olds. I’d watch the crap out of that!

I like this idea.

This phenomenon isn’t limited to soccer. The Warriors, for example, just swept the Cavs.

Ok but where does Dikembe think he will go? I want all the mid-90s All Defense Team to weigh in on this

I know how it feels. Everyone who says “I can’t imagine” is correct—you can’t. I hope Bode Miller and is family can find peace. It’s been one year and twenty-five days since my 16 year old son died and I haven’t yet. I don’t think I ever will.

Calling TO the worst teammate in the history of football is a huge fucking stretch, my dude.

Maybe the best thing I've ever read from you, Drew—and that's saying something, because you're a kick-ass writer. +1, my man.

And look at you now, you're kick ass.