It started with her saying it’d be a nice thing for me to do for her going-away.

I support Kenny; I support the player protests. Quite honestly, they’re bringing attention to my story. So, let’s talk about that. I’m the son of immigrants, I’m black, I grew up poor.

My three year old was asking me about sports team mascots recently and mentioned elephants and I said, “No, there’s not elephant teams.” And like 4 questions later I remembered the A’s and was like, “WAIT. LET’S GO BACK TO THE ELEPHANT THING.”

Pro-Tip: If you want to increase traffic, don’t call it an Oakland Athletics blog. Say it’s a very early blog about the 2022 Yankees.

Stick to politics, Barry. Nobody wants to read about a team that wasn’t good enough for Philly or KC.

The A’s home whites are one of the nicest uniforms in baseball.

I guarantee traffic will triple if Deadspin becomes an A’s only blog.*

The Oakland Raiders: 40 percent of a football team on 80 percent of a football field.

The man was the .gif that keeps on .giffing.

What a skinny-necked prick.

I agree but this

Bombshell recounts the Fox News scandal in which numerous female staffers accused Roger Ailes of sexual harassment and misconduct.

Name fucking checks out. Jesus Christ.

There’s the Greg Popovich school of player engagement, respectful dialogue, and motivation, which see the game they play professional as ultimately still a game, with important other topics to discuss, engage upon, and make efforts upon.

It’s important to lose the right way.

Man, NY in the 1990s gave us the Wu, Black Moon, Mobb Deep, Nas, Biggie, Big L, Fat Joe, Big Pun, and Nore yet somehow supremely overrated Hov became the biggest star of all

What a fuckin loser. I mean if anything, if you want to have a team that’s gonna win, then you should be supporting your players, not antagonizing them. Especially brother to brother and especially doing it for the owner. Dude definitely isn’t gonna have the respect of the team, but I suppose they would rather lose…

“So we beat on, tents against the current, borne ceaselessly into the past.”

I have a friend who regularly saves drunk weekend tubers after they’ve floated downstream and into the Arizona desert. One girl told him she thought the river just circled around and you’d float back to your original spot. You can’t make this stuff up.

“He died like he lived: drifting aimlessly wherever the current took him.”