theindeliblemac
TheIndelibleMac
theindeliblemac

.256 for a normal, social drinker vs .256 for an alcoholic can be very different things. 

Curry had a fantastic year in Mark Jackson’s final season and, if anything, he seemed to be held back by his glass ankles which seem to not give him issues anymore.

I sort of have a problem with the concept of your post (“They have changed the way the game is played”) as I think the only one really doing that is Curry, but whatever. My problem with them is not their style of play at all -- it’s absolutely ruthless and devastatingly efficient offensive basketball. It’s brilliant

Is this a serious question? There have already been a million takes on this, and I don’t want to type a novel here, so I’ll just say I think having an entire team of all stars that essentially removes any parity from the league sort of takes away from the fun of it. They have won three of the last four titles (and,

I have the opposite approach. As a life-long Denver fan, playing the Warriors has nothing but upside to it. Everyone will expect Denver to get trounced (and, likely, they will). But steal a couple games and make it a 7 game series or somehow do the impossible and win it, and it will be quite the story. I think the

I mean...he was a division I starting point guard and is only 46. Is this surprising? 

I was selling a 2001 BMW 330xi on Craigslist. It had about 200K miles on it, leaked oil from a couple different spots (all the standard E46 locations), had some suspension issues, etc. I was selling it for $1500, hoping to get a grand out of it. It was a manual and a fun car to drive.

Was at the gym one day and came out to my car (a 1997 Jeep Wrangler 4.0L) and discovered a small puddle of coolant under the front end. I climbed under and saw the weep hole on my waterpump was leaking. It was across the street from an Autozone so I drove over there and went inside and told them my issue and asked to

Leaving them with a paltry $320K for food and cable internet service. How could they possibly survive!

When I was in 6th grade (so about 12) I had an English teacher who taught us about poetry. Robert Frost was her favorite and quickly became mine too. I started writing poetry and was pretty ok as far as 12-year old poets went (my writing, looking back now, was ultra dramatic and embarrassing). Anyways, my great aunt

I dropped my three-year old daughter off today for her first day of preschool. As I was unbuckling her from her car seat, she looked up at me and said “Daddy…I like you.” She is the picture of innocence and beauty and everything that makes this world worth saving. Reading stories like this horrifies and saddens me.