Oh wow. Over the Willamette? Falls underneath? My god, what a brilliant, never-before-conceived idea. Thank you so much for your totally helpful...
Yeah, I know Red Tail neighbors threw a hissy fit about the baseball thing—but let’s not pretend a baseball stadium with 81 games and zero planning...
Why bother prying open the broken-ass wallet of Multnomah County or kissing the ring of the Portland City Council? The Moda Center’s NE Portland digs...
That’s cute. That’s like saying your dentist “supposedly” wants to start a ska band—neat in theory, totally irrelevant when someone’s knocking at...
I have a Blazer Surprise for you, Mr. BonesJones. Let’s take a little stroll through the garden of logic, shall we? You’ve responded to...
The short, boring answer is: no, not usually. Most bots don’t just go around clicking “like” on random threads like a lonely guy refreshing Tinder at...
Absolutely, I’d be happy to explain how Deni’s Bird rights play into this — though I have to say, I’m frankly shocked this even needs to be...
Every team is out here moving pieces like Bobby Fischer on bath salts, and Joe Cronin’s sitting in a flotation tank whispering about “internal...
You see, in Hansen Yang’s worldview—likely shaped by deep Confucian rotational ethics and perhaps even ancestral whispers from the late Qing...
Apologies for the silence—I had to take a shit. Not a metaphor. Just a real, gnarly, time-stopping, philosophical piece of shit. I'm back now. Let's...
There’s a man—perhaps a prophet, perhaps just a guy named Barry—who lives in the vents beneath the Moda Center. He hums Rasheed-era defensive sets...
Chris Paul is a Hall of Fame irritant. A wizard of the well-placed elbow, a conductor of crotch carnage. This man has been quietly—and sometimes not...
Scoot needs the rock. Needs the leash. Needs to learn how to drive the Ferrari and crash it into a fire hydrant. With Anfernee soaking up usage and...
Standing 6'11" with fluid footwork and a high release, Jabari's shooting profile projects as ideal next to a rim-centric big like Donovan Clingan or...
Nate Bishop. There he goes again. Casually tossing out, “I never wanted him on our team,” like that’s not the most pathological lie since “I only...
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