PGA.com redirects to this page. Finding this information took me about 10 seconds, and I guarantee you Simmons has a faster Internet connection than I do.

It does. There’s a fair number of commenters here who would probably agree with “sabermetrics good,” or maybe just “sabermetrics OK, I guess.” But I feel like I’ve come across precious few who have actually gone to the source material, especially the older stuff (one really should dig into the Bill James annuals from…

Holy crap! There’s someone else on this website who’s actually read and understood Bill James?

I heard she complains about your quick fadeaway.

+1. Badly underrated.

Priuses.

um it’s spelled giraffics

One gets the feeling there’s a very high likelihood that, in five years, Ria Ciuffo will be doing substantially better than Dave Portnoy in many senses, including the specific sense to which Portnoy is referring.

Gotta love the sight of a father helping his son asbestos he can.

This comment rules the world.

We’ve waxed

We’ve waxed

Green did? That would be strange, because he was neither called for a foul nor ejected. The author has corrected the sentence in the story.

He didn’t get a flagrant-2 for a “light shove;” he got the whistle for leading with his elbow on the closeout, which is a lowkey dirty play. But that was Thompson; the sentence as written says that Green earned a flagrant-2, which he didn’t. Giri has rewritten it to correct.

Funny, then, that “Draymond Green” is the subject of the sentence and thus the subject of the string of subordinate predicate clauses that follow the conjunction “then.”

What fucks this up entirely is the referees being permitted to review the play in slow motion, from multiple recorded angles. This doesn’t solve a problem, but introduces countless new ones.

Draymond Green daintily waved Tristan Thompson off the court, then got to clapping, surely while spouting some vile shit, and proudly earned the flagrant-2.

I knew a guy in college, sports editor of the school paper and a reliever for the baseball team. He had an everyday name with a strange spelling, but apparently he adopted that on his own after someone told him at an impressionable age that “normal” names are easy to forget, while unusual names and spellings are more…

Fuck Rob Liefeld. I stopped reading comic books largely because of him, and at the time I didn’t even realize that he was the reason. All I knew was that all of a sudden, my favorite book (X-Men, of course) sucked really bad — shitty art, shitty stories, shitty new characters.

“Could be worse.”

You can always tell which people don’t actually watch the games.