I don’t think you truly searched your heart.

Really? It makes more sense to you to suggest that someone doesn’t know which is their fucking ring finger than to accept that maybe, just maybe, not everybody’s digits naturally bend/flex exactly like yours do?

How is this story good?

If true, this person spent an entire year obsessing over this. It’s the equivalent of those sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad people who would go on Maury or Jennie Jones or whatever other daytime TV garbage to confront someone who, as a child, called them fat and now they want that person to know…

Sadly the likelier situation is that none of this even happened, so we’re reading some loser’s loser fantasy.

So that guy dedicated a year of his life forming a fake friendship in order to get back at the guy who . . . spoiled a movie?

James Harden complaining the game should be called “the way it’s supposed to be called” is like Wil E. Coyote complaining to Acme customer service after the Roadrunner escapes into the cliff painting. It’s like, yeah, man, that wasn’t supposed to happen, but to be fair you were legit trying to smash and eat that bird.…

If officials do a bad job applying a rule that nobody likes towards a player that abuses the hell out of it, should we be upset?

Zero sympathy for a pair of professional flop merchant crybabies who play the basketball equivalent of Let Me Speak To Your Manager and apparently have never heard of the boy who cried wolf. Let them lose in 4.

The officiating in this game made it damn near unwatchable, and not because of how bad it was, but due to how Mark Jackson and Jeff Van Gundy somehow managed to reach an entirely new level of annoying because of it.

Chris, it is my civic duty to share this with all my friends who have annoyingly and smugly camped out for Endgame tickets to remind them that their little universe of entertainment is a sham.

As Espinal recounts what seems to be the incident that led to the son’s broken arm, she also paints a picture of a fractured relationship

“Media” includes the things where people learn who Russell Westbrook is in the first place. Like ESPN, or the local paper, or the local TV station, or SI. It includes the actual broadcasts of the games.

I like, “Not sure why the Root sets out to make it all about race.”

Can I also point out what seems obvious (and what I’ve heard white people yell about black and brown people for years):

Okay this is for Bill.

Davis is what Gruden would look like if you put Gruden in a microwave for 3 minutes and 23 seconds

Davis looks like he is related to himself on a few of those branches. 

I mean, it wasn’t a very safe place for women in the late ‘90s when I was there. Italy’s supreme court had recently ruled that a woman couldn’t be raped if she had been wearing jeans - because they wear them so tight, there’s no way you could get them off without her cooperation was their actual argument.

It sounds like you have the beginning of an interesting fantasy world. Sadly, the ones that sell are the ones where you imagine dragons and frozen zombies, but you keep all the rape.

This is my dream, to be strong enough to fight off rapists and harassers. Life would be far less terrifying for women if we could do that.