Ability to form paragraphs... gone! Sentences... dubious but will try.
Oh yeah. I’ve been waiting for a Deadspin article to marinate in the Cubs’ weekend failure. And for Ratto to deliver it! It’s like watching the Cardinals rip out Wrigley’s heart all over again.
Run you stupid fucking ombudsman! Run!
Cardinals Manager Mike Shildt enjoyed it too!
Spent the entire time shifting uncomfortably in my chair.
Listen, the problem here is with all these cowards who use burner accounts to begin with. Be a man. Show your face. Enough with this anonymously bellowing on the Internet. If you have something to say, then by god put your damn name behind it.
Ernie Banks spent his whole career asking for this and he wasn’t around to enjoy it.
Because he’s The Bomb.
How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Harry Kane
I mean, Panama’s entire existence is predicated on letting things through.
Go to the City Museum. It’s a McPlayPlace for grown-ups.
Yeah, exactly. Any of them could have been winners
I loved watching Edmonds play and know he had a good overall career. But every time I read his name I think of one catch.
Next stop: weeping
Finest Kind, to everyone.
Here it goes. So, it’s no secret I don’t care for what the site has become. I’m not arrogant enough to believe my opinion matters one bit, but I fell in love with both serious and funny sports, er, sprots stories, and especially the comments. Before the bullshit like Kinja Deals and “How to Act Around Your Black…
I’m still amazed I'm not greyed out.
Deadspin was a website and commenting community that introduced me to a kind of humor I didn’t know existed, and I am both better and worse for it. Better to have laughed my ass off for years, at no cost. Worse because I know know the world is full of normies who will never get the joke and will not quite understand…