Russillo is your classic example of “plays to his opponent’s level.”

Yeah, for his three life sentences. *dismissive Jaguars fan GIF*

Are you a sentient Juicero machine?

It’s been a big enough issue in our apartment that my girlfriend wants to cancel Netflix.

Unfortunately, they took all the later seasons off a couple of weeks ago.

C’mon man.

I think it’s fair to say that it truly does not matter who they pick. It will be the wrong one because it’s the Browns—they would have ruined Peyton Manning.

Yeah, those young dudes with trendy haircuts, sleeve tats, and a tastefully appointed loft are the ones fighting to keep the Redskins name. That casting agent was trolling the SuperPAC.

It’s because they’re stupid, and they think brands give their lives meaning.

U care bro?

“(Whether Cuban actually wanted that, or if he knew it’d be refused and only asked for it so he could come off as the cool guy whom the square principal won’t let have any fun, is an open question.)”

Next, can you write about the 40-and-over basketball game that was tied at 12 for 20 minutes last night at my JCC?

You either know the season stats for the last 10 years of a team you don’t root for, or you spent time looking that up and then typing it out.

They probably won’t be able to recover from that over the course of the next 160 games.

That is a hell of an excursion. The guy I talked to kind of touched on that sense of...not hopelessness, but overwhelming realization at the scope of the endeavor, and how he would start crying almost out of nowhere. It seems like there’s a pseudo-spiritual level of awareness that endurance cyclists are able to find…

That’s a real shame. I met a cyclist who did the Tour Divide a few years ago, and it sounded like the pants-shitting-est, most intense ordeal. Going from biking through snow-capped mountains in Canada to the wild horses of the Wyoming planes all the way to the edge of New Mexico, with nothing but what you have on you,…

Probably his sons. Todd Marinovich springs to mind.