Maybe if I tried reading it in iambic pentameter?

So any debate about which player may be better than another is moot because it’s a team game? I’ll call my local sports radio stations and tell them it’s time to change formats.

My ability to examine all sides of the hypothetical switch and see different outcomes, some of which involve MJ winning not withstanding, please explain, why is the test moronic.

After these finals, do you think more or less of LeBron’s legacy?

This was the post-season that really made me appreciate LeBron. My litmus test in these finals was this: If you swap 30 year old LBJ for 30 year old Jordan, do these Cavs beat these Warriors. I’m not sure they do. I could see MJ making Steph Curry’s life hell, but I don’t know that any amount of Jordan would be enough…

If he was a pitcher throwing this absurd a number of innings or pitches, we’d fear he was going to blow his arm out.

Had an American Flag on our dorm room wall in college. We drank quite a bit of Hamm’s. One day my suitemate starts tacking each can along the circumference of the flag. He called it “Hamms’ Across America.”

Peru, NY—where 87% of the homes are affordable. And the winters are fucking brutal, and you best like top water fishing, cross country skiing, snowmobiling and hunting for entertainment. Your best employment options are as follows: Apple farmer. Employee of SUNY Plattsburgh (15 miles north), or working at the local…

The other key thing to off-peak visiting, is that locals might be more accepting of you. I live in a town that is dominated by tourists in July and August, and locals are already starting to get in the mood to hate, a lot.

I hope Rob Bricken comes back from the post apocalyptic time in which he resides and hate fucks your mom, concludes it with a giant load in her eye, while he screams ‘Daredevil, bitch,’ and throws a donky punch to the back of her skull.

What about Kennedy?! Or Ricky Rachtman? Dan Cortese? Duffy? Bill Bellamy? Come on! This would be great. They’re all members of the Late 90s Rock and Jock/Road Rules-Grind Hall of Fame?

son of a bitch, you beat me to it.

Just had some this weekend, for the first time in a while. In retrospect, it perhaps seemed to be a bit more muted then in the past, but in short doses was still relatively enjoyable. Defintiely not as novel and ‘Wow!’ as it once was.

43) Clifford

Nah, they went to a titty bar in Waco, TX.

In that case, bring on Daulerio. And the cocaine. LOTS OF COCAINE!!

Does the Mouse drug test?

At which time, Bryant gets a courtesy basket filled with Jeets memorabilia, as well as car service home.