"Donkey boy, I'm comin' for you! Take off that mask! Are you Hillary Clinton? Who are you under there? Hillary, why are you hiding, Hillary? Take off the mask! Take off the mask! I can see your eyes."
March Madness has a way of bringing out every coach's most virulent "I am not fucking around" tics. The result is a rainbow of dad rage, from Tom Crean's anguished ham to Roy Williams's pooping squat.
Therapists who administer Intensive Short-Term Dynamic Psychotherapy purposely try to upset their patients, pushing relentlessly through their tears and hysteria, escalating the situation until the patients either break down or fly into a murderous rage.
Mike Tyson is a motherfucker. Mike Tyson is a scientist of pain. Mike Tyson's prefight music is just noise. Mike Tyson is afraid of everything and everything is afraid of Mike Tyson. Mike Tyson is a God.
Imagine your dad was locked up for most of your life. You'd grow up poor, probably full of anger, likely in a louse-filled neighborhood with unseemly influences, and you'd have a greater chance of becoming a whore or a thief or a drug dealer and following…
Michael Jordan is the greatest basketball player ever, and that being more or less beyond dispute does not make it something basketball fans are less excited to talk about. But in the decade since his last NBA game, talking about His Airness has become a