Props to whoever yells out I GOT FASCIST BINGO in the middle of a Trump official tirade.

(gen-X scoff) more like Li Thoughtless

Heckler: (heckles)

Recurring in the replies is the premise that I think the trade is bad or absurd, it’s probably a good trade and Paul might even counteract some of D’Antoni’s coaching deficiencies under pressure. I was more making fun of the idea that Morey’s model of constant roster turnover evinced some sort of work ethic as opposed…

Part two of the autobiography “The Paper Bag Years: It’s Great When You’re Straight Yeeeaaahhhhh”

I think the Rockets getting beaten by 40 at home by a Leonard-less Spurs team should pretty much temper our long-term expectations about what a regular season Coach of the Year and regular season MVP runner-up can do, with or without the help of an aging point guard whose skill set largely overlaps our current…

Did D’Antoni coach them to a championship against far superior talent? My memory is fuzzy pre-2014.

If it’s any consolation, no team configuration probably works against the Warriors for the next 3-5 years, so I guess it’s best to look busy insofar as whether your deals make basketball sense or not (Morey’s experience was largely in Dungeons & Dragons and fantasy baseball growing up) is largely immaterial.

Daryl Morey must love the idea of Carmelo Anthony/no wriggle room because this guarantees another 2-3 years of 80-90% turnover in the roster, the only metric of success he’ll ever probably know.

This implies they actually knew something of the Paddington live action movie rather than half-remembering something that applied to some other live-action adaptation. Who knows, maybe it’s even a macro by now.

He’s got to be pissed as hell that the proposed title for his autobiography, Pills n’ Thrills n’ Bellyaches, was already taken by a Happy Mondays album.

Six words: Derek Jeter Boys From Brazil Plan

Outside of DBU, we’re at least RBU on the offensive side (Jamaal Charles, Priest Holmes, Ricky Williams, 10 year gap, hopefully D’Onta Foreman)

“Cage-free Norwegian hemp-milk”

Imagine being comment #1000 in that last Instagram post’s thread, you luck into the milestone while saying something epic or encouraging about this geezer’s workout regimen (salted with the appropriate hashtags and premium emojis), and then 500+ comments follow, many of which are repetitive of and/or pale shadows of…

I guess I’m being sexist and/or heteronormative for all the Paul Robinette fans out there.

That’s all well and good, but we need to go in chronological order: what was Mr. Big’s real name (the answer is not John Vernon or Dean Wormer) in I’m Gonna Get You Sucka?

It’s that accent (her and Fred Thompson), it was like reverse carpetbagging.

My opinion is colored by the fact that the first time I saw Jill on screen, it was in Dead Ringers and it was with her twin.

Nine minutes? Man, he just missed another triple double. Well, there’s always next year’s MVP debate, 10x more fevered that any debate concerning the long-term habitability of the Earth or whether Jill Hennessy or Carey Lowell was the hotter ADA on Law and Order.