Clint Capela is terrifying if Bickerstaff ever played him.

(raises hand)

The whole “Cavs were so close and if they only had their guys...” storyline is badly overdone. The loss of Irving and Love (neither of whom play a lick of defense) made the Cavs a harder matchup for the Warriors. It helped them, and allowed Lebron to control everything for the first few games against a Dubs squad that…

Tirico is a Grade-A sex creep. Look it up.

Wouldn’t happen because pro gamblers aren’t looking to compete against each other. That’s difficult, and margins are low. They’re looking to feed off clueless rubes, not test their skills.

You wouldn’t think so. And yet...

I was like, “that’s bullshit,” but holy shit now I can’t un-see it.

Worse Kinja: thread necromancy. GTFO.

Is there a war going on? I just see some pedantic loser running his cunt mouth.

Anyone wanting an excellent budget turn-based strategy should check out Templar Battleforce on Steam. Limited but cool production values, fun and deep progression system, long campaign, New Game+ mode.

If you’re enough of a basic internet fucktard to WELL ACTUALLY a simple joke, you’re not sharp enough to know the difference between you’re and your.

If you’re still young enough to give a shit about strip clubs, you’re too young to be getting married.

Or that he’s built a team whose best two players are basically 12-year-old girls who can’t get along?

Is Daryl Morey aware that he employs Patrick Beverly, a legitimate psychopath with a documented history of diving at the knees of players attempting to call time outs?

Given that Houston has Patrick Beverly, who is a legitimately insane person and will happily dive at Steph’s ankles, they should absolutely minimize his exposure in the first round.

Wouldn’t this ONLY work for tiny perky boobs? Anyone with a real rack would have ‘em just falling out.

The military teaches you a bunch of acronyms and how to be an alcoholic. Not much else.

Except the Cavs got better when Love went out.

He comes from a long tradition of pathologically prolific Mormons.

Sorry Mister Martin, put up or shut up.