Housekeeping Vol. 7

Occasionally, I ask myself who I have more irrational hatred for: L*b*n J*m*s or T*m Br*dy. This week? It’s definitely T*m Br*dy.

Just when I think it’s over. While the Lakers experiment fails spectacularly and that 45-year-old cyborg finally decides to go home to his supermodel wife and children…

HERE HE COMES. LIKE A FUCKING REVENANT. TO HAUNT MY SPORTS LIFE IN PERPETUITY. 

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