As a matter of fact, I do.

That’s a solid investment right there.

I’ll try some compressed air. Thanks for the tip.

I picked my 60GB up quite a while after release (16 months?), when it was really tough to find. I lived in a rural part of a rural state, but there just so happened to be a store one town over that sold consoles. Judging by the thickness of the dust on the box, it had sat there since launch or shortly thereafter. Even…

80GB is nice, too. It’s going to be a sad and terrible day when mine dies.

60GB PS3 is the way to be! As long as you put a bigger hard drive in it, anyway. How loud is yours?

I picked up two such cards at a brick-and-mortar this week, much as I disdained it. I simply can’t have my wife discovering these before they get to me.

I picked up two such cards at a brick-and-mortar this week, much as I disdained it. I simply can’t have my wife…

Very intrigued!

Ask him about avocados the next time you see him.

My best memory of Sean Rooks is from NBA Live 95. My buddy Jesse and I would play, and since I was way better at the game, he’d get his pick of any team, and I’d play as the Mavs, who had horrible in-game ratings. (The rosters were based on the 1993-1994 season, and the Mavs were 13-69 that year). The way I played, my…

I miss Dick. A Deadspin commenter relayed the story below, which is one of my favorites. Thanks, Sportmanteau.

My only complaint - Tom Rinaldi gets a bit treacly from time to time.

What’s wrong with celebrating your buns off?

Bears gotta bear.

Help me out here, folks. If Wilbon doesn’t speak for black people, and Stephen A. doesn’t speak for black people, and Bomani doesn’t want to speak for black people, just who in the hell are we white people supposed to look to for answers about what black people think?

Even if I only believe it in hyperbolic, rhetorical terms?

Considering how they got the team, OKC should not complain to the league about anything, ever.

I see David Stern’s plan to torture Seattle fans has entered a new phase.

I love that dude’s gotta duck in the middle lest he brain himself on the backboard.

I’ve been a Celtics fan since 1985, and finally, something is going our way.