I would also like to call out Louise Linton on sounding like an obnoxious supporting character in the Superman universe, like an heiress who tries to date Clark Kent so he’ll report positively on her family company or something.

Anything that cuts down on free throws makes basketball more watchable.

Up here at the edge of the Adirondacks in New York, we get a CBC from the Thousand Islands so... we can watch the world burn down live? With more polite commentators.

“Cloyster Looks Like The Exterior Portions Of Female Genitals” + “Oral Sex On A Woman Is Colloquially Called Eating-Out” = Kinja Joke.

A curious game. The only way to win is not to play.

How is this schmuck not on Trump’s ticket as the veep? Or at least him and Pharmabro in a death match for it?

I love the sport of baseball but good Lord do I hate when rich people are saying “yes, we’re making money out the ass but we’re not making it far ENOUGH out the ass. we need a long luxurious tail of money flowing out of our ass.” Boo to baseball owners.

Y’know what? I sort of like the idea that trying to shape your child into a prodigy in ANYTHING is a form of child abuse in the same way that pulling your child out of society by homeschooling is child abuse.

To get really good at a thing, like world-class good at a thing, most people have to focus on that one thing to such a point that you don’t have the time to really think the rest of the world or reality through. A few people are gifted like Muhammed Ali to be renaissance about it, most people aren’t.

I mean, it’s better television than soccer.

My poor goddamn Mets have enough spurs jingle-jangle-jingling to start a fucking dude ranch.

I hadn’t read the “LGBTQIA” permutation of “LGBT” yet. That’s a new one to me. Not that I’m disparaging it, an oppressed minority should have a right to determine what it’s called, I’m just... I want to say that it sounds like a spy agency. Like a special subdivision of sexually-flexible spies for situations where,…

My mind says Snyder but my heart says Wilpon. Wilpon just hired a man who beats the shit out of his wife so that he could look like he was doing something about a team snakebitten by injuries without spending money, so that he could instead pay down his share of a fucking Ponzi scheme.

If he had said “I’m a Brand (tm) at a Corporation (tm) not a person and I can’t lower my ROI (tm) by taking positions” it would’ve been just as awful but at least more honest. I don’t think he’s actually naive, I think he’s just a dude made a coward by being part of a money machine, feigning naivety for the purposes…

Someone’s dad isn’t getting an agent’s cut of the cake and is pissed off, huh?

Can Davis play Toad in whatever the next X-Men film will be? That’d be great.

Am I the only one that thinks the NBA commish has a bright future as the dean in a COMMUNITY reboot?

So we’re... really committed to being in the same country as The South, huh? Really?

You are providing the schadenfreude I need to get through the Mets injury-fueled collapse and I salute you.

BR is the University of Phoenix of sports journalism.