“They are very clearly less good.”

LeBron is way the best basketball player in the world, and has been for every moment of his NBA career.

Wouldn’t Ramsay just release 1000 arrows at once if he saw this? I hated Rickon’s lack of zig-zag as much as the next guy, but I think the kid was fucked either way.

Another take: Rickon is a fucking idiot, who threw away the chance for Ned Stark’s only legitimate, non-magic son to rule because he didn’t know how to run serpentine.

Jesus seriously? How many NBA champions are there anyway? I had been led to believe that Curry fellow was the NBA champion and everyone else was just his supporting cast or whatever? Sports are hell of confusing.

That’s Olympic Bronze Medalist, NCAA, NBA, and 5x Russian League champion to you, Samer.

Sam Hinkie #3 for Deadspin HoF. Sam Hinkie #4 is a trash Hinkie.

The middle Sam Hinkie is the only correct answer here.

Worst spelling of “Ray Farmer” I’ve ever seen.

Sounds a lot like something someone from the Illuminati would say...

Typical herb post

The Ultimate Warrior (James Brian Hellwig) was born in Crawfordsville, IN which is also the home of General Lew Wallace who wrote the timeless classic “Ben-Hur”. “Ben-Hur” the movie has been remade and comes out in August. It stars Jack Huston. Jack Huston and LeBron James have a Bacon Number of 2 (Tilda Swinton was…

Meanwhile, Steph Curry is showing off whatever is your dad’s new favorite brand of tissue. So absorbent, so bland.

A spice joke, how oregano.

Great thyming on this post, Emma.

It's pretty accurate considering Golden State got smoked last night.

Also in the fourth quarter Kyrie or Lebron would would set up by getting a pick and forcing Curry to switch to the ball-handler. That was actually a brilliant strategy and another way to expose the weakness of the “switch everything” philosophy. Lue did a great job. Rotations were good, he called time outs to cut GS…

You also think the white man is the devil according to all your other posts. Go back to gawker.

I’d love for this to completely devolve into the Roman orgy that is Vegas: topless showgirls dancing on a platform hanging over the ice between periods, $3.99 all-you-can-eat shrimp buffets every 30 feet along the entire concourse, an ATM planted in the armrest of every single seat.