It’d be funny as an historical artifact if the same racist dynamic didn’t play out in the same video’s comment section 20 years later.

He’ll always be the whiny little dickhole with perpetual anguish-face that threw an inbounds ball off of Mario Elie’s face as the Suns were blowing 3-1 lead against the Rockets.

I just hope they fire Greenberg at some point in the future so I can offer up the headline “Milquetoast Toast”

If Tagg is unable to pull it off by himself, he can form Romney Son Voltron with Bort, Cleb, Phlerk, and Mittens, Jr.

It should only be used in the slightly modified ACTQ lyric “we should get some toilet paper because our adjective selection (butt, insane, sick) is butt”

The perfect crime: no witnesses.

Please terminate “This is what living in NYC and reading their sports media all the time is like” simulation, as it now violates the Geneva Accords.

We’re never going to find a pure metric, but here they’re 9th and much closer to a median team like the Pacers/Rockets than a top-tier team like the Bulls/Lakers. If you throw in media laziness/concentration in not leaving their alcoves to ever cover anything, then sure I guess they’re up there.

For reference’s/comparison’s sake, Peter Francis James (recently in the DC-verse in Arrow/Legends of Tomorrow) was the first filmed version of Justice Marshall I ever saw, on PBS, in Simple Justice. If memory serves, he looked just like a young Thurgood (the events were in the 40s/50s).

I think you’ve been snatched up by O’Brien and are currently in Room 101.

What is their natural fan base? I know the Nets don’t matter, but are we assuming about two-thirds of NYC and a bunch of expatriates? 10 million people? 1/30th of the population? For 1/30 of the NBA?

Every once in a while (usually in-season), I hear something about another Eastern Conference team called the Wizards, but it’s in painfully dense prose that suggests a fantasy novel more than anything, so I’m going to continue to assume that the Cavs and the Knicks are the only two teams in that sewer pipe of a…

I guess if I was about to turn 50 and my favorite team hadn’t won anything since I was taking my bologna sandwich and astronaut ice cream to elementary school in a brand new Scooby-Doo lunch box I might turn into a reprehensible yelling clown glommed onto by internet content dispersal mechanisms.

“Shitty Whinery at the City Winery”

One-Half of Sub-Moronic Sports Radio Talk Duo: Is the pressure going to be hard on Derek now that he’s the highest paid player in the league? Hit us up on Twitter! This segment sponsored by Progressive Subs, take 15 minutes and save 15% on a foot-long pastrami sandwich.

Derek Carr’s Dad: Man you’re going to need a large amount of sacks to put all this cash in.

The Rockets look to up the ante and offer Ryan Anderson, a bag of magic beans, and this bootleg Vancouver ‘74 Grateful Dead cassette, which is different than the bootleg Vancouver ‘74 Grateful Dead cassette Phil already has, because it was taped 30 degrees radially away from where the other tape was.

I think the perfect Phil Jackson apologetics column would just be somebody repeatedly typing “Hear me out” without actually getting to the argument. Alternate: “if it seems counter-intuitive to a clod of dirt like yourself, just imagine how limited your intuition is compared to somebody who has touched the Bright…

Today’s Mets injury report: Wilmer Flores (10-day, strained throat and sick burn) Yoenis Cespedes (60-day, broken hypocrisy meter)

There was speculation that the Astros might want to pick this guy up before the trade deadline, but both he and Sonny Gray on consecutive nights have looked like ass (Gray couldn’t start, Justin couldn’t finish). Is that Cole kid still available or are the Pirates suddenly competitive in that blowful division?