King Felix throwing his perfect game is the first and only time I have shed legitimate tears because of sports. There have been other highs, and championships for other Seattle teams, but sitting in my car that August afternoon, pulling over under the shade of a tree two blocks from my office because I was choking…

The JailBlazers would make a great 30 for 30, but I’m sure the NBA front office would never sign off on it.

They should tweak the lottery system so the 8-seeds get into the lottery and have better odds than all but the worst three teams.

Yep, #1. Team A fouls intentionally in order to stop the clock by forcing Team B to shoot (and hopefully miss) free throws. So, just let Team B decline the free throws and take the inbounds with a new shot clock.

You ask about sex, but don’t bring up masturbation?

Striking! But needed more of a theme uniting all of these disparate images. E.g. show the organic scenes emerging from crevices in the inorganic ones. Or start high, as if from orbit, and dive into the swirling sea scenes. Or pan from white boulders (salt crystals?) being blown along a plain to the inrush of the sea.…

Having sat in a few of these post-game pressers, and watched a ton more, NOTHING is more insulting to the profession than the beat reporter who clearly already has decided exactly what their story is about and asks for a quote to fill the space they’ve allotted for one.

Easy, If I see cops setting up a road block with spikes and cruisers, I’m whipping my cell phone out.

I think the problem is in those few people who DO end up becoming stars and making millions literally out of nothing. You’d be surprised at the dumbest, most boring channels on YouTube that have hundreds of millions of subs and earn a ton of money.

Your dad would be proud at what an insufferable fuck you’ve grown into. Good to know you’re the only person who’s ever suffered loss in the world.

I’ll watch Marshawn do just about anything.

Brady reminds me of a dog that ate a bag of weed.

I did that all the time as a little-leaguer. Then one day, for whatever reason, I got my hands on a bag of seeds with particularly hardy shells. They traversed my innards unscathed and I ended up passing a bat wrapped in barbed wire. I’m a pumpkin seed guy now.