Senior Writer at The Ringer covering the intersection of tech, politics, and media 🦉 NYT bestselling author of Impossible Owls 🦉 also, how can I put this: sports
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Brian Phillips
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I will club a robot to death with an em-dash before I let the robot take it from me. I will wield an em-dash like Excalibur, granted me as a boon by the Lady of the Lake before the lake was consumed by a data center.
I wrote about this last year
I'm sorry, I'm not really this mean, my bedtime was 43 hours ago
All respect to the Knicks, who played a magnificent, if deeply weird, series, but I’m going to remember these Finals like this
I'm sorry to sound like Mrs. Proudie in a Trollope novel but it is simply not respectable basketball
If the looming Spurs' collapse actually materializes here we're going to be due for a vigorous debate about whether the NBA Finals have become creatively stale
The lake was technically an aquifer but the point stands
The refs forming an honor guard in front of the ladder they've set up in front of the basket and the Spurs still playing hot potato with the ball before someone goes up for an out-of-control layup and wakes up eight years from now in therapy
I don't resent the Spurs for getting shook, but I kinda do resent them for making me sit through hours and hours of basically meaningless basketball before they invariably get shook at 11:06pm every night
Is the franchise endlessly repeating the formulas of its earlier hits or is it simply responding to the market pressure of a fan base that demands more baby Yoda at all costs
