What’s he supposed to do? You gotta get Lou Williams Marcelo Huertas his minutes.

Garbage sport with too many rules. Watching a game of football feels like watching Calvinball — a new clause pops up every time someone moves more than three feet.

Basic.

Frozen tells girls that it’s healthy to embrace and not suppress those qualities in them that make them unique or different. Very standard, marginally progressive coming-of-age themes any normal human being would recognize as healthy, but if your brain is diseased enough to seek out evil liberal agendas in everything,…

Garbage sport with garbage rules that world’s foremost experts and practitioners can’t follow or practice. Every fucking week there’s a game decided by some bozo’s half-aware interpretation of a rule buried so deep in the handbook it hasn’t seen the light of day in three years.

Reading this reminded me of the dear, departed Pathetic Geek Stories:

My favorite part is where the archival drives fail 100 years into the future and no one cares.

Just change Europe to USA and Muslims to black people and you could easily imagine an argument for forced deportation to Africa.

I love that somehow the offense was the dancing and not the Titans linebackers having a pee-pants party trying to start a fight with him.

I mean, the dude’s understated, so he doesn’t mean-mug and scream like the Clippers do, but it’s still a fucking beautiful sequence of basketball, especially since he initiated the fast break on the loose-ball pickup.

I’m surprised at how few people are talking about Kawhi Leonard putting Mason Plumlee on a poster last night: http://www.si.com/nba/2015/11/16…

This is a Gizmodo piece that was crossposted to Deadspin.

So much effort to class up an ingredient that has no business ever being put on a hamburger.

I enjoy imagining out-of-towners checking out the Superbowl City, being properly horrified by everything within five blocks of the Powell St. BART and then realizing the Superbowl itself is actually two hours to the south in lame-ass Santa Clara.

I don’t like video games; I’m only posting here because this is one of the more popular posts on Gawker media right now, so I saw it.

So many close losses is just a product of youth and inexperience. They’re gonna be scary in three years.

I am a diehard San Francisco Giants fan, but so are:

Like, I know he was six hundred pounds or something at one point, but this guy never looked healthy. He always looked, at best, like the guy who was afraid to take his shirt off at the pool. There was never a point where he lost enough weight where you go, “Yeah, Subway seems like a reasonable thing to eat.”

I keep forgetting that John Edwards is alive. What an embarasssing piece of shit.