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Tyreke Evans is so frustrating. His size and handle and speed are unique. He's capable of getting to the rack. However, last I checked, he's shooting less than 50% on layups. His jump shot is atrocious. He's supposed to be a drive-and-kick guy, but he either shimmy-shakes a step back 20' shot or misses a layup. ...And

This answers every question that this article asked. It needs all of the recs. I love seeing comments from people who don't watch Saints games, though.

They take the dead money this year because the cap hit next year will be higher for Brees. Unger's cap hit next year is less than Graham's cap hit next year. It's the opposite of short sighted.

Bingo. Graham became a locker room issue after not getting as much money as he wanted. Marshawn Lynch is going to beat the shit out of Jimmy Graham when he sees Graham try to block someone.

Why does this video look like it was shot in 1982? HD broadcasting started in '98 and was widely spread by 2003.

Nothing beats a beer funk like a bottle of Bulleit Bourbon and an 12-pack of Schlitz.

I haven't even read past the first sentence. I came straight to the comments to make sure someone pointed this out.

He's referring to "con games", which have been around since there have been traveling fairs, i.e. the fucking gold rush.

They had a top 5 offense before Jimmy, and they'll have one after Jimmy.

It's a natural progression...

Automatch Tom just shot himself.

My doctor told me that I had dangerously high levels of cholesterol and a damaged, inflamed, fatty liver.

That Ass-Slap-to-Rigid-Back move is just so fantastic. That guy is hyped to hell.

What is "lightweight" for an SUV/CUV? I think the CX-5 is the lightest in class at ~3400lbs. Will they make a 3300lb CUV and advertise a lightweight CUV?

I swear I'm going to break a toe one of these days when I slide into a bed my wife made.

+1 paddle

As a Pels fan, going into this game tonight without AD, Jrue, or Ryan Anderson, and after reading this article, I fully expect the Pels to lose. Assholes.

When my wife and I went to the Pels/Bulls game, we had the (un)fortune of seeing Mr. Crawford ref a game in person. My wife loved seeing him try to run up and down the court, his arms chugging away, and his head bobbing forwards and back.

Between 2 studio albums, he's had 17 people writing his songs. Lot of talent, that guy.

No. I see real musicians perform in New Orleans.