Backwards compatibility my broken gamepad. Gunstar Heroes is 16-bit era game and as such, all the consoles of that era are perfectly emulated, and it could be run in a vintage Pentium 2 PC with emulation, let alone a Xbox One.

The team couldn’t pay him a coaching salary as a player-coach (it’s prohibited by the CBA). And LeBron doesn’t work for free. He will undermine someone else’s work for free, but that’s just his hobby.

No mention of Christian Pulisic getting capped? He looks very promising

I thought impaling it on a spear was the proper way to carry one

I’m probably being a huge asshole but I have trouble understanding how the non-custodial parents not paying child support are the victims here.

That’s not a coach, that’s a Guild Navigator!

Coaches should be stored in clear, glass tubes filled with mysterious light blue liquid. They should be completely nude except for a breathing mask for breathing and a voice amplifier for shouting. The coach tube tanks could be wheeled around by teens, tots, toddlers, and other child-like creatures belonging to team…

The Kings were the Warriors without the ring and confetti.

To be fair, Doug Christie did have a 99 steal rating in NBA Live.

Sleep easy, England. Next year your hopes of keeping a 4th Champions League spot are going to rest in Leicester City, Tottenham, and Arsenal doing well in Europe.

No cred lost. That stuff aged like a Heineken in the sun.

The problem is that, by the simple virtue of the fact that they were friends, people have tried to lump all of these wastoid losers into one bucket, when none of them had very much in common, from a literary perspective. They just hung out and ruined modern American literature from the back rooms of smoky jazz clubs,…

Yeah, man, fuck the beats. Hemingway was a misogynist douche but his writing is really centered and he uses minimalist prose to hint at some universal Human-with-a-capital-H shit. The beats masturbated onto a page (they probably really did!) and were like: hey, this nihilistic art, man.

Thank you. Even as a creative writing major, I hate these fucks. Mainly because they inspired this odd belief in literary circles that only books about drugs and sex are “deep” or “true to life.”

You lose no cred. To read the beats is to hate the beats. Fucking garbage writing, done entirely for the enjoyment of the writer with no consideration for the reader.

Ok, here is where I totally lose my English major cred: I absolutely cannot stand the beats. Every time we had to read Howl for a class I wanted to shoot myself. Reading On the Road was like crawling on broken glass. All the misogyny and masturbatory self-centeredness partnered with some of the least relatable or…

It doesn’t make sense for a player unless that player trusts that the team won’t just cut him without reworking the deal, or can promise a cushy front-office gig. This is probably a Brady-specific sort of contract.

BC stands for everything wrong with amateur athletics and zero fucking percent of what is good about it. Yes, I mad bro.

I have zero sympathy for BC who is reaping what they sowed when they shamelessly chased the money at the ACC and set the wheels in motion for the conference realignments still happening. I also have zero sympathy for a recruit that bought into the same hucksterism and bill of goods they sold the Big East after it went…

He’s also avoided the devastating injury on his throwing shoulder, which would’ve rendered him essentially to Sad Peyton / Chad Pennington.