Let's watch that beautiful clip again.
How's that taste, Philly? Is it good? Is it horse shit in the street good? Let's go to Joel Embiid for his reaction.
Oh what happened, big boy? U SAD BRO? Trust the Grieving Process, homey.
For those of you who don't follow the playoffs or
I've been taking you for granted. It's partly my nature. Ask my wife or ex-girlfriends. Or my employers. The cycle never breaks. In the beginning I will step in to a new project/relationship/environment/habit with the work ethic of a completely earnest Amish man. I become ill with the thought of
Let's do this at the height of our intelligence.
I don't come here to drag the Brooklyn Nets. I come in the name of creating content, and to do so I require a gimmick. For too long have I been freelancing without my very own safety net, so in this home
There are whispers in the NBA. Not the sort of hot air that leads to Woj bombs on twitter, or preface league wide action. The rumor isn’t conspicuous enough for the Worldwide Wes types, but merely exist as vibrations in the ether, imperceptible to anybody who doesn't know to listen.