By the end of his run on the show, Dillane says he was “disheartened” by the thought that “no one would believe” in what he was doing—all because he didn’t really believe in it himself.

If you ignore the disaster years when they were partnered with Chrysler and build quality went to shit.

A few notes of my own:

High-powered magnets. One on the ground, one in her shoe. Arranged to repel each other.

The Giants even have a previous winner of that Cup, Ray Handley.

There should be fines.

Kind of a solid combination to land something like this.

But, Goodell is neither an owner nor up for this “honor.”

Trump v. Ball is one half of the final Four for assholes.

Pretty sure he thinks his farts don’t smell, either.

Then get the fuck out of here.

The only thing I like about this deal was the creation of 4 alternate unis for each team. I don’t buy NBA merchandise, so I dgaf about selling merchandise. I just like the potential of seeing different unis combinations each game.

Now if we could only solve how to get it to stop autocorrecting “fucking” to “ducking.”

Only in prison.

Don’t watch Episode 7. Or maybe 8. I can’t remember.

The show’s great flaw is that it keeps its ensemble apart for so long.

I’ll see your Draymond Green and raise you a Vontaze Burfict.

He’s basically Norv Turner—great coordinator, shitty head coach.

“The advertising business model does not align with quality,” Mather said. “It’s hot takes instead of objective analysis, it’s short-term instead of long-term, it’s serving sponsors instead of users, it’s thinking big instead of great.”

I know this column was about glorious morning sex, but I gotta give you props for this comment.