This is a very good comment.

PFF releases grades at halftime! That’s absurd.

One eye was inspired by Sarah Palin and went rogue.

That’s called an oven. Haul your oven outside.

I don’t think he used the slice enough. But I think he was hesitant to do it because he feared Delpo’s running around to hit forehands, which were ballistic last night. The problem was he was making no progress in any flat/topspin backhand-to-backhand rallies either.

He won Wimbledon *two months ago* without losing a set. He is not done.

I have converted many friends to tennis fans, and pretty much the *only* thing I’ve ever done to get them hooked is explain the scoring. The beauty of the game after that is self-evident.

Can’t wait to read seven more Kyrgios stories over the next two weeks!

Jurassic Park on SNES, man. Opening one of those doors in a basement to find a raptor flying at you...my ten-year-old self couldn’t handle it.

Love RBC. Shoutout to “Whatever It Takes.”

Your Kinja game is so weak

I don’t think we’re watching the same point.

Hubie Brown might quibble with the title of this piece, but I’m a huge Doris fan. Any game with her on the mic is worth watching.

Right? “But I know I’m a smug asshole!” doesn’t make him any less of a smug asshole.

Indianapolis’s “Naptown” is certainly painful and has the un(?)intended consequence of making everyone think they’ll fall asleep upon entering city limits.

Writerly!

This is beyond tired.

Cian Fahey is also kind of a dick, so whatever.

Power groan

Schrodinger’s Shitpost