In which Z-Bo's arm fat gets the love it deserves.
In which a bunch of adjectives get dumped on Billy Donovan's angular head.
...and with it, the battle is rejoined. Tonight, our heroes rejoin the battle, and provide a healthy Gruden-free alternative—and jokes, and music, and a fourth quarter guest—to a Monday night tradition.
In which all the ways Monta Ellis is like Paul Beatty are delineated.
In which the NBA's most aesthetically pleasing team dissolves, and reforms as something altogether less inspiring.
In which just a whole bunch of bile is dispersed, like a whale pissing into the sea.
In which old friends reconnect, and advice is dispensed in all-caps.
In which the pointlessness of it all is discussed.
In which George Lucas and America's Favorite Sociopath Circa 1996 are compared.
Apparently, 8.77 million people watched the 2015 Pro Bowl. You are not one of them.
