I live down the street from Arami. It’s very good. I have nothing else to add.

Gardner Minshew. Truly tends the garden of my heart. But whither the Bortle? Torn.

The Antonio Brown Helmet Saga Ends With A Wet Thud

That’s great. But it’s not business class. It’s not close.

That’s great. But it’s not business class. It’s not close.

But on Emirates, from all I’ve heard and read, Economy is almost like being in Business on any other carrier.

But on Emirates, from all I’ve heard and read, Economy is almost like being in Business on any other carrier.

Reds fans surely Aristotled at how quickly he’s proven himself at the big league level, but all this talk of records doesn’t mean anything if they don’t Plato win.

This ruled.

While the Packers may have to put the entirety of a guarantee into escrow, that should only impact cash balances. I would have to think the accounting for the financials would see the amount amortized over the life of the agreement.

The Buzzsaw sucks so much that even Leitch wouldn’t give you a comment for this.

Oh, man, Let’s Remember Some Guys: Torii Hunter.

This looks like an excellent grilled meatloaf sandwich. It is not, however, a hamburger.

I don’t see how you can say this, when future hall of famer Julius Randle will be there to lead the Knicks to the promised land.

I would LOVE to read the pitch that led to this piece.

If you can swing a ticket to the Masters, you should go. The place is, and I don’t say this lightly, perfect. Practice rounds are the way to go.

Serious question(s): How does the Venezuelan team exist today? How do they acquire enough calories to play a high-level soccer match when most Venezuelans can’t afford an egg? This is not snark, this is an actual logistical question that I would genuinely love to know the answer to.

I can’t figure Draymond out. He’s clearly got one of the highest basketball IQ’s in the league, but he just squanders it so often by being a huge fucking idiot. 

How is Drake at these games? I was under the impression Pusha T murdered him.

playing summer ball somewhere in the Midwest in front of a crowd of a couple thousand

PAM is for the weak

Fucking Kyle.