The crew feels weird about the s-word, and so cites scientific research on fertility with the phrase “doing it.”

The roommate relationship is a business relationship. It’s about money- or, at least, it is when you’re finding random people off Craigslist. Anything more than that is really pretty unnecessary.

Dammit. I knew I was getting wrong.

The Broncos blew out the Chiefs in a Monday Night Football game in 1998, and the Chiefs used the last several minutes as a chance to take as many cheap shots as humanly possible. Derrick Thomas got three or four personal foul penalties on one drive just from grabbing Sterling Sharpe’s facemask and throwing him around.…

Do write a country song.

So the 49ers “parted ways” with Jim Harbaugh in no small part because he was an abrasive, alienating, control freak asshole, and their possible replacement solution is Chip Kelly?

Piazza was absolutely terrifying to watch when the Braves played the Mets. He had some of the greatest opposite-field power I’ve ever seen- pitching to him in the 1999 season seemed utterly impossible. There was nowhere you could go for a swing and miss.

I have cleared Satellite Station Olivia so many times. So. Many. Times.

I think college overtime rules are objectively awful and I utterly love the result. College OT is tense as hell.

I spend entirely too much time on a Florida Gators recruiting message board. The highlight of the week was a poster launching into an elaborate psycho-analysis of a five star QB UF failed to sway from his Georgia commitment based on his body language in a few interviews he did earlier in the year at various camps.…

Man, Preston Garvey really is a dull-ass son of a bitch, isn’t he?

I don’t think there’s any sportswriter trope I hate more than the argument that getting angry mail from fans is proof you’re doing something right.

Can I ask a dickish question, acknowledging that Deadspin writers are individuals who can disagree with each other?

Thanks for the time, Alan.

I think you’re right on when it comes to Verne. He’s an objectively bad announcer at this point, but he’s just so damn avuncular and charming in his drunken uncle kind of way that it’s hard to imagine a big-time SEC game without him.

And he’s already been slammed for passing on LSU’s final possession, introducing him very early to the joys of hot take sportswriting and blaming a team’s best player for its flaws. LeBron had to wait until his third or fourth year in the league before catching that sort of flak. Kid’s a prodigy.

That pre-draft scouting report slamming Newton’s “fake smile” is still one of the weirder things I’ve ever read.

That damn Legendary Protectron outside the National Guard Armory fucked up my day. Stupid mutating robot.

That’s your solution to everything, Patrick.

Last Tuesday I got a job offer from a local start-up. I submitted a counter-offer, then heard nothing back for a week and a half. I sent a follow-up e-mail, and in return received a form letter thanking me for my interest and informing me that for “internal reasons” they were “no longer moving forward with the hiring…