- Shep McAllister, Commerce Team

But what do you do when the officer administers the Field Smugness Test?

Poor Carmelo... he wanted to ride the banana boat but none of the life vests fit a Triangle.

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!