Ok seriously, Josh smokes weed. Maybe not even anymore! Who knows. But no he can’t play.

what an unmusial occurrence...

The Lakers

All I can think to myself is how incredibly excited Lonzo would be to sign a shoe deal with Nike or Adidas. That’s every young basketball player’s dream.

Fuck.

Thanks detective, for your totally useless assumptions. Good work.

Similar thing happened with my school’s championship winning wrestling team a few years ago. They learned on the way back from a meet because people were calling and texting. It was a few years before Twitter got so big.

Russell Westbrook: “I don’t give a fuck about the line.”

Sorry, wait, who the fuck are the Atlanta Hawks?

This was a really special team. They were sitting at 11 and goddamn 30 with no hope of a turnaround and every excuse to quit, in a league that has gotten to the point where tanking on one end and resting players on the other is encouraged. The NBA landscape is ripe for teams to give up individual games and entire…

Do you think Jim Nantz has ever considered that Sergio Garcia might actually not give a shit about Seve?

Between Edge’s story about being groped in the shower and Matt Hardy’s story about him and Jeff being harassed endlessly until they agreed to always change in his presence, it sure seems like JBL would be a less hostile man if he just came out of the closet.

Ten year old me just creamed.

I would, actually. I think he’d understand match ups and bullpen usage much better than Matheny does. Hell, I’m pretty sure I understand these things better than Matheny does. He’s a useless boob.

Would you take Molina as a player/manager right now?

Hopefully this contract ends with him replacing Mike Matheny as manager, which is exactly how his career started.

That shot was such a relief to see, because boy was that flagrant foul call terrible.

Online reviews are always terrible and worthless.

The only losers here are the taxpayers of Las Vegas.

I reacted the same way during my presser after my last slo-pitch softball season, except instead of a reporter asking about my noble effort after a heartbreaking defeat, it was basically the drunken wife of one of my teammates spitting nacho bits in my face as she slurrily demanded to know how the fuck I managed to…