Oh, snap, son! Didn’t mean to cause confusion. I want Russ to be THE Pope. Leader of the Catholic Church. Be of the Vatican, not traded for the Kentavious variety. I really thought my overwhelmingly sarcastic love of Westbrook was clear.

I mean, c’mon, Reggie! Damn! You don’t hear a peep out of Russ on the court. If it wasn’t for him being amongst the greatest players of all time and averaging a triple-double, you wouldn’t even know he is out there. Westbrook 2016! Westbrook for Pope! Always humble! And he dresses so cool. And that Mountain Dew…

If you search for “fuck”, you find a few interesting conversations.

Worldstar!

Brings me back to this one....

Grayson Allen better go to the draft now because it is officially “game on” for fellow coaches to tell him and Kryasdfgski to “fuck off” next time he pulls his shit.

“See! Excercise is what’ll kill ya! ***Squirts ranch dressing directly into mouth*** And I ain’t had a heart problem yet. Once again, you can’t trust science.”

I now have a Pavlovian response to bat flips where I see it and immediately think of Goose Gossage and his awful take on them.

Family Video always did it right. They were doing $1 rentals before Redbox existed. New releases were like $2 and games were $5 for 4 days. The best part was if you had a late fee, they would say “Do you wanna pay that now?”, and you could just catch it up with them next time. Not sure how they made money. Plus, they…

LeBron and RGIII are about to be buddies....

Calipari and Harbaugh are like 2 characters from The Big Short.

Low End Theory was the first album I ever owned that wasn’t made by Weird Al Yankovic. I attribute that to finally reaching an age that could appreciate art that wasn’t muddied with childish jokes. Within a year I was growing hair on my nuts and using deodorant, but getting that album was when I actually became a man.

Ok. Thanks for clarifying. You sounded like a piece of shit taking pleasure in this guy’s occupational misfortune. Didn’t realize you were a crusader of the truth. You fucking hero.

Care to share what Patrick, Deadspin, or Gawker Media did to you?

You’re a fag?

I don’t mean to belittle your condition (I sweat exclusively through my right underarm and palms), but congratulations on generating the most disgusting yet heartfelt thread I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading.

When the Trojans were at the line down the stretch, they just couldn’t put it in the hole. It’s like the hoop was covered by some sort of thin latex covering. Possibly ribbed.

Came here to say the same thing. My personal policy is always to wear an undershirt in public. Maybe a bit strict for some, but I guarantee that if the day comes that I’m broadcast to millions, I’ll find some other way to look like an ass than simply puking from my pores.

I rather be a smartass than a dumbass, but a dumbass sounding like a smartass beats a smartass sounding like a dumbass.

Can a website have a Napoleanic complex?