The only thing that can spoil this is if Mark Wahlberg somehow winds up playing him in the movie.

I was a goaltender for 20+ years so I’ll try to explain the best I can. Though it might be long.

This is what happens when there is no wood left to chuck.

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And this story doesn’t make any sense. The Rockets used a top 20 pick on him, they had every incentive to see him succeed, not wash out without ever playing a game.

I agree. As someone who also suffers from mental health issues I’ve found employers to be understanding of my problems only to a reasonable degree. If at some point my own medical issues impede my ability to be of any legitimate value to that company I can’t really blame them for cutting ties. There’s just some…

This is one side of the story. My recollection is that every time the Rockets tried to accommodate White’s condition, it wasn’t enough for White.

Armchair criminologist here.

Damn. My man went from looking like Andy Garcia to David Duchovny and finally morphed into a Meth PSA.

thank you... lets eliminate sexism and just take the top 100 athletes in each sport, no gender distinction at all!

oh bless your heart for “thinking” it’s about sexism (I put thinking in quotes because you’re more just an outrage artist).

Who gives a shit?

Bald guy by choice here. After you bic your head, given a half day’s growth, your head turns into a big round globe of sandpaper. Thus, no tape, likely just miniscule stubble. I hope this has been enlightening.

The blues played like shit their past 3 home games and got dragged by the local media (deservedly so). So schenn wanted to get his teammates, and the fans, fired up. It worked.

Drew’s skin tone looks like there’s an Instagram filter named “Belly of a Frog” constantly being applied.

An appropriate homage to former Eagles coach Buddy Ryan’s 4'6" defense.

Okay, Japan has officially gone too far with their vending machines.

Alerted by my kids yelling “Pizza Man’s here!” (mom of the year!), I was able to get out the door just as my thief was walking off the front steps.

There’s something beautiful about misspelling “oops.”