I mean, SGA-Luka-Wemby-Jokic-Cade wouldn't be undeserving.

Barkley is the best. On the Celtics dominating the first half. "That was so boring. Thank god for hockey."

Buried by Zaslav Sr.

Chaim's first GM Meetings with the Red Sox, they were staying in Building 19 at their Arizona resort, and the "good stuff cheap" lede couldn't write itself quickly enough.

Last start I remember like this from a pitcher of Crochet's stature was Lester's 11 runs vs. Toronto in 2012. And even though he gave up 4 HRs that afternoon, it still felt a little fluky (at least in my memory). I don't know what this is.

Underrated Prime annoyance that I've experienced in multiple games - the audio is often (but not always) a split second ahead of the picture, robbing 3s of their suspense.

That show was about action in every meaning of the word.

We are in the season of constant sad/perplexed faces from you two.

Ranks ending the first road trip

Sox pitching
19th - K%
20th - BB%
26th - BA
26th - WHIP
26th - ERA
28th - FIP
30th - HR/9

Sox hitting
14th - BB%
15th - ISO
20th - OBP
21st - BA
21st - wRC+
24th - Runs
26th - K%

That's the one! Remember it like yesterday.

Loved the TD scrambling into the end zone in the rain to close out Miami in the '85 AFC title game.

My god, the offense is better than the pitching?

“everything is garbage”

(except my nephew saying stuff with his queens accent)

Holy shit! More, please!

Now my scorecard is ruined.

He was the Steve Lomasney of the C's.

Watched him drop 40 on the Tufts JV when he was a senior at Beaver Country Day...

We loved Salomón Torres, as I recall.

During college in the '90s, my roommate and I started a publication ranking prospects for fantasy players. We sent copies to everyone we could think of asking advice. We got one phone call -- Dan, with legit feedback. Everyone who hates him couldn't be more wrong. Shaughnessy is the best.

Those two thoughts are directly related.

And yet he'll be the Last Host Standing.

Outside of Jordan, I could not, in those days, imagine anyone jumping higher than Stevie Thompson.

Ooh, what are some others that bored you? Because sometime around 35, I suddenly found everything terrifying.

Ray Allen had a present for him on the last drive of Game 4!

Not to mention bouncing between police reports and poetry.

That whole story is bizarrely written.

One hundred thousand percent Jarren Duran. Just wracked with doubt constantly.

(and their home broadcaster is gonzo insane)