Couple of hot sports takes - 1) Pablo Prigioni is national treasure, 2) Headbanded Amar'e?!?, 3) Still haven't totally talked myself in Bargs, 4) I am very happy the Knicks reupped K-Mart, 5) Who is Shumpert looking at?
Small part of me wishes that this was Jesse Pinkman's life now. Hanging out with Mike in tuxedos at the "Best Criminals Awards" instead being stuck in a torture porn film with Landry from Friday Night Lights.
There's a part of me that wishes that it's not Walt that comes to save Jesse from Landry Clarke and those Nazi bros and it's in fact Badger and Skinny Pete. That's probably not the best ending for the overall narrative for Breaking Bad but still.
Okay, I'm sure we'll have the technology to put tv screens in tombstones by the time of my death, so you guys need to write this down - "Here lies Ryan Apple Banana and here's Tegan and Sara's Closer video with dogs."
If this only had worked, the Knicks would have been champs and I would have a bronzed Jon Glaser as "pubes" statue on my mantle along with the picture of me in a 1999 NBA Champions New York Knicks shirt.