I guess this is as good a time as any to post this pic of me and the Chicken. This was a Chattanooga Lookouts game from the summer of 1982.

Watch the tram car, please. Watch the tram car, please. Watch the tram car, please. Watch the tram car, please. Watch the tram car, please. Watch the tram car, please. Watch the tram car, please.

Missle Launch Achieved!! All hail our glorius leader!

I saw that as well. It was called “How to lose an NBA Championship in 10 Days” I think.

I’ve seen this romcom before. KD and Rihanna’s fight make them realize that the only thing worse than how they feel about each other is how they feel WITHOUT each other. They eventually fall in love and end up getting married. Jeff Van Gundy, still obsessed with Rihanna, tries to interrupt the ceremony but ends up…

Kelly Rowland is a huge J.R. Smith fan and was shouting down Igoudala from the upper deck. No mention of that apparently.

And most of the Obama waivers were for people hired away from non-profits who needed a waiver to work in the same policy area, not robber barons who need waivers to widen their field of plunder.

Given the 2 flat tires, I’m gonna go with a double bogey.

White Mutumbo was off in the other room. Sexing.

This is a direct ripoff of my early nerdcore album, Black Chilcutt.

This absolutely needs to be its own article on this site. Shit, I think The Price is Right might deserve its own blog on this platform.

Good list but Cliffhanger is the fucking bomb so it has to be #1. . That little yodeling bastard would haunt me in my sleep for eternity if I ever lost at that game in real life.

Fuck this guy. Who starts chants for themselves?

well his shoe is also a phone so there’s that.

In my junior year of high school, my grandfather taught me how to play 501. He apparently learned how to play when he was deployed in Korea back in the day.

He is the actual worst and most toxic possible person

One time a guy in a F.B.I. shirt came up to us and he grabbed my gfs chest and he made a honk honk noise. very evil bad men

Whoa now. Leave shoe shining alone. Shoe shining is an ART.
Most people can’t do it!

The team sending people to his apartment and their insistence that he was at home just adds to that. I’m dead certain that one was the cable guy and the other was delivering pizza.

I’ll tell you what it means for me: Endless phone calls from sales representatives trying to get me to sign back up for the dribble. I NEVER USED THE DRIBBLE, AND I DON’T WANT IT BACK!