I followed the link to the source article to see if it shed light on what Lester was pissed off about. It does not.

He’s a smart guy that believes in their right to protest. And if a man who’s livelihood is based in part on understanding the interactions and motivations of African American athletes can’t speak about those things, who can?

Villanueva was a Captain in the United States Army, in which he served as an Army Ranger and was decorated with a Bronze Star for valor and served three tours of duty in Afghanistan.

Since the offending person in this equation is a friend, I was sort of hoping the answer to the article’s headline was a simple but stern “No!”, the kind you drop on a puppy when they’re doing something wrong. And if that doesn’t work, rub their nose in shit!

Chili Cheese Freetos, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...

The solution? Meatloaf sandwich! You can slice it as thick as you want and add marinara sauce when you’re done. Yes, you’re missing a bit of the meatball’s “crust”, but you’re gaining full meat coverage in the sandwich and I’ll take that trade-off any day!

How dare you besmirch my TPS skills!

Sports are weird, man. I’d be commended for leaving my current employer to take a job with better benefits and opportunities. But god forbid an athlete does it.

How much extra would you pay to hear your favorite NFL team’s games broadcast like our man Pat McAfee? “This guy has the balls to...” and “This motherfucker...”

Forgive me Father Rooney, for I have sinned.

Yeungling was my “gateway beer” from Coors Lite to... well, real beer. Last time I went back to Pittsburgh, I ordered one “for old times sake” and was reminded of just how shitty it is.

+1. My brother gets irrationally angry at this EVERY. DAMNED. TIME. Come on, buddy. Lucy is always gonna pull that football away from Charlie Brown and the Pats are always gonna eat the Steeler’s lunch when it matters the most.

Same here. The folks at Jalopnik can see my posts, but not at Deadspin. So I make stupid/snarky posts for my own amusement and then drink alone in the cold space I’ve created for myself... <sniff, sniff... sob>

Well, I guess I’m officially old; my distaste for the music made me turn the video off despite the delightful visuals. 30 year old me would have hit mute and continued to watch while 20 year old me wouldn’t have noticed the music at all.

Ummm..... even a tiny boner can result in 9 months (and beyond) of suffering. I mean, that’s what I’ve heard.

You sir are a gentleman and a scholar. Thanks!

I may be experiencing some swelling right now...

You’re absolutely right, that could have gone so much worse. I frightened a bear away from our house a few years ago and it sprinted up a hill that I can hardly hike up.

Damn, it’s almost not fair to have that many beautiful people in one family!

I was heading towards this image, but yours cuts straight to the inevitable ending. Have a star, you naughty bastard!