And that scrap heap lug? You guessed it: Kendrick Perkins.

It’s sad the level of vitriol this has accumulated.

More like Luke Rid-in-an-hour amirite

This has such great potential to the cause of a future spring training injury.

An NBA franchise adrift fell under the sway of the oldest siren song of the draft, running her hard-earned lottery pick aground as she reached for the “upside” shoals of a 7-foot EuroMantis. It’s a tragic tale as old as the Lottery herself.

This is a shame and pretty surprising given Mexico, MO’s long history of appropriately naming things.

And now, Deadspin Slack discusses Will’s first paragraph.

Prosecutor: Where did the money go?

(X) You have consistently failed to pay the Club's fart tax and remain delinquent.

Timely.

The story about the cancer-free anniversary “date” is one of the most pathetic things I’ve ever read. That’s some Ralph Wiggum/Lisa Simpson shit right there.

In an odd coincidence, 356,000 is also the number of years left that they have to pay Bobby Bonilla a million dollars.

One size fits all. At the same time.

Meet the Mets!

Hail Hydra.

16 is legal, right?

12/10/2014 19:55:42 EST Bird (603) 321-xxxx John Jastremski (508) 958-xxxx Im sure tom put my fresh new uggs in my locker

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