Jarrett Jack is basically a name that pops up in every GM’s mind when a team needs a backup PG or a veteran contract to get to the salary floor.

Not equivalent, better. Jack had perhaps the worst +/- rating in the game over the past two years. He was fucking terrible, yet our idiotic former coaches and GM didn’t see it, because they didn’t believe in things like “statistics” and “analyzing players.” Thankfully the new regime seems to get it.

As a borderline NBA talent who just got cut by one of the worst teams in the league you have to appreciate the little things in life.

They replaced him with a roughly equivalent, younger version of himself. That’s not funny.

We’re around. We just have very little to discuss.

His big priority in free agency was starting, so considering the Nets trotted out Jarrett Jack, Donald Sloan, and Shane Larkin last year, he probably liked his odds there.

That’s like, how contracts work.

And, with the upcoming salary cap explosion, these deals aren’t really as prohibitive as they seem today.

I agree with the sentiment of this, but I do wonder about Mozgov. The Cavs barely even played him in the second half of the year. The future of players like him seems uncertain in the modern NBA.

They’re worth exactly as much as someone is willing to pay them. (And in the cases of max players, most are worth a lot more than even that.)

Exactly. “Holy shit, I never anticipated all this bad publicity! Fortunately, I have very few principles so it’s easy for me to completely reverse myself in less than 24 hours. Watch!”

Translation: “I had hoped that no one would find out just what kind of horrible, sub-human piece of garbage I am, but, you have, so I’m callously trying to save face as best I can.”

You make a solid point with that one, I must admit.

BEYONCE IS ALMOST THE SAME WORD AS BENGHAZI!!!11!

The amount of conspiracy theories about Beyonce are exhausting and people need to calm the fuck down.

That’s not going to be the final episode, but I guarantee, Jaime is going to kill Cersi.

How’s this for evil?

Calling the ending: Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen marry and the steamy softcore passion of their wedding night, gratuitously depicted by HBO, melts all the ice zombies.

Nothing kills a game faster than the guy playing point insisting on shooting quick threes like he’s on an NBA fast-break. Then you have to awkwardly ignore him as he calls for the ball on the way down the court. Good times had by none.

You forgot “Don’t jack three’s like you’re Steph Curry. You are not Steph Curry”. That guy is the worst, and it’s a sure-fire way to make sure you are never passed the ball again. There’s one at every game who takes the ball just over half court and then chucks one up because shockingly no one is defending him that…