“Here I go once again with da email, every week I hope that it’s from a female.”

Update: it’s like any other product review written by a journalist. We’re doing it because we get free stuff, and the company donating the free stuff gets press.

Can we stop pretending that writing a firsthand diary like this is journalism?

Correction. This is MacGregor agreeing to get his *face punched* for many millions of dollars. Kicking would be against the rules.

Ah the late 80s. When no political agendas were hidden and a sitting president definitely did not hide a deal that sold arms to an embargoed Iran to fund the Contras, while secretly negotiating with Hezbollah.

Just imagine what the Celtics could do to the Cavs if Olynyk and Jerebko weren’t tasked with handling Tristan Thompson. It’s like having functional front line defense beats the Cavs, or something.

Could also be coming from the guy in Oakland who powers his ass-crafting machine with his fixed-gear bicycle, and sells the ass on Etsy (when he isn’t at regional craft fairs).

Welcome back Avery Bradley. Ye were missed.

I’ve personally take offense to the Thursday night slate.

*snorts up line of pure colombian sarcasm*

What pairing of pizza toppings best describes the budding friendship between Embiid and Boogie?

Skipper spoke out yesterday, not sweating the dip in NFL ratings at all —the kind of calm and collected front you’d expect from the exec of a Disney property that’s been losing subscribers like a dam with a big leak.

Is that why Greg works for NYT now? I hear they eat pizza with a knife and fork in the newsroom.

Look at the landscape of take-based weekly shows: John Oliver and Samantha Bee go hard at the political zeitgeist, keep it creative, and splice in solid investigative stuff (in the case of LWT).

I dare any of you to say something constructive about ultimate frisbee without making a dog, pot, or hippy joke.

Melt the cheese on those tasty chips they make from the corn, use the kitchen fulcrum on the top of the funny ha-ha soda so we can drink it, and prepare to watch the linebacks and tacklers do a run.

Nothing better illustrates this than trying to watch Idris Elba sing shit through weird sound effects.

I’ve been equally miffed with the back end of this run of episodes. Naz’s tattoos, his drug use, Chandra’s unbelievable lapses in judgment –those are all the moves that smack of a bad procedural that’s trying to create motivations for the conclusions they know they want drawn up at the end (as you mentioned).

I’ll say…

I see what you did there.

Really encouraging to see The Undefeated flourishing like this, even without that hero of journalism, Jason Whitlock.