Jimmy Butler held his introductory press conference up in Minnesota this morning, and when he was asked about rumors of his discontent in Chicago, he waved it off and encouraged anyone who wanted to to hit him up. “My phone’s in my back pocket,” he said, “773-899-6071.”
A question of willpower: if you were being paid tens of thousands to play each professional basketball game, could you manage to stay off your phone at halftime? Easy for me to say hell yes from a haughty blogger perch—and maybe the answer still is hell yes—but for many NBA players, scrolling through the Twitter…
Yesterday, Apple announced a new iPhone, but if you’re looking to pre-order it this weekend, you may find that it costs $650—a far cry from the $200 it cost on a lot of older phone plans. I have some bad news for you: your phone never cost only $200.
That goddamn app. Even though it's ugly and incomprehensible and barfs useless notifications at me, I keep using it. When I touch its stupid icon on my screen, it's a hate tap. It's a finger cringe. But I can't quit!
Oh boy, now you've done it. Not only are you supremely hungover from last night's rager, but your phone is nowhere to be found. Could you have left it at the bar, in a cab, in the gutter somewhere? Who knows! But don't panic, there's a host of apps that do. Here's how to find your phone when it goes missing.
Yes, this is just a dumb commercial for DirecTV and NFL Sunday Ticket. But it also features Eli Manning crooning, "It's like I spilled milk all over your blouse by accident (or on purpose)/It's like the milk is like football, and the blouse is your phone." The Mannings just do not give a fuck, and we respect that.
Jay Horwitz, longtime media relations man for the Mets, has a problem. He doesn't know how to use his phone, and refuses to lock it. The result? Thousands and thousands of accidental calls to confused players.