I'm excited for Simmons to shoehorn a half-assed apology into the middle of a 25,000-word piece about how the whole experience enlightened him and how when you think about it, it's a lot like the diner scene from Heat.

I'm excited for Simmons to shoehorn a half-assed apology into the middle of a 25,000-word piece about how the whole experience enlightened him and how when you think about it, it's a lot like the diner scene from Heat.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

Somehow it was even worse than this. Simmons is fucking pond scum.

Congrats on being better than me, Psycory.

So, why can’t certain GMs spend money correctly? Many are ex-players getting routinely outwitted by shrewd negotiators with law degrees and MBAs, bulldogs who were basically created by God to take advantage of overmatched former athletes. If your life depended on ONE contract negotiation, would you rather have Dan Fegan (Yale Law School, two decades of experience as a sports agent) … or Ernie Grunfeld? Would you rather have Arn Tellem (Michigan Law, former partner in a law firm, 32 years of experience as a sports agent) … or Joe Dumars? Come on.

basically created by God to take advantage of overmatched former athletes.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

Congrats on being better than me, Psycory.

"Indigo Girls, I feel like, were the Bird and Magic of—that's a basketball reference, you might not get that—the Bird and Magic of Lilith Fair. Like they, they showed up."

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

Also if you fuck someone like they are a millionaire they might go try to be one.

http://grantland.com/features/the-best-fictional-quarterback-of-all-time/
Couldn't be worse than this.

People grow together and sometimes apart. Every year seems like a muddle of random events, but when you start looking at them stacked back-to-back, patterns start to appear. Your choices add up to a defined self, but you keep getting chances to change. Nobody is beyond redemption from the sins of themselves or their society.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

Simmons gets a ton of hate. And I understand. But he just wrote one of the best NBA columns I've read in months, maybe years. And that's why he's still my guy.

http://grantland.com/features/simmons-o ... mpionship/

I have MANY years of experience in trying to appreciate steaming piles of dogshit.

Congrats on being better than me, Psycory.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

Sweet merciful crap.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

I don't know why I'm surprised that Grantland allowed Mays to post a 4,000-word blowjob of his favorite team, since that's how his EIC made his name, but this piece is still a breathtaking piece of crap.

I'm still waiting for someone to explain to me how taking a 10-6 team to 8-8 constitutes an improvement.

Congrats on being better than me, Psycory.

What could compare to Lana Del Rey performing at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery? Seeing Lana Del Rey at Hollywood Forever is like eating a folded slice of pizza on top of the Empire State Building. It’s like arriving at a TED Talk on a Segway. Seeing Lana Del Rey at Hollywood Forever is like wearing a Radiohead shirt to a Radiohead show — it invites mockery, but, if you commit hard enough, commands respect.

The decision to like Lana Del Rey felt both borrowed and completely personal, much like her music.

By the time everyone in our party got through, it was nearly dark, and as we began to make our way toward the stage along the darkened roads of the cemetery, I remembered why this was one of my favorite places to see a show in Los Angeles. It has all the nearly-year-round pleasures of an outdoor venue in this city (70-degree autumn nights, sorry ’bout it), with none of the complicated logistics and overpriced gourmet picnic baskets. Lana wasn’t scheduled to go on for another hour, so we set down our blankets back in the over-27s section, surrounded by tombs illuminated in neon blue and green, and dug into our BYO wine and sandwiches as the last of the daylight silhouetted the palms in the west. It was already the most Los Angeles thing I’d done that month, and Lana wasn’t even onstage yet.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

Seeing Lana Del Rey at Hollywood Forever is like wearing a Radiohead shirt to a Radiohead show — it invites mockery, but, if you commit hard enough, commands respect.