JUDGE: Your word is "logorrhea."

I'm so in love with Transistor and now we get this? Thank you.

What is it about boxing that elicits such prose? It seems that the best sportswriting, past and present, usually involves the sweet science. Or maybe that, being fed a steady diet of Donald Sterling updates and random viral videos, Hamilton Nolan comes to us as palate cleanser and prime rib all at once.

I don't know what the hell is wrong with people here. This shit looks like some lazy ass dropped a peice of waffle in their coffee and said #YOLO, then, started drinking.

I must now re-think my stance on the usefulness of not possessing eyelids.

THEY DON'T BLINK.