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The rules are simple: spin around 10 times, sprint 10 yards, eat a hot dog, don't vomit.

Dude, we get it. We got it the first time you posted your long screed in the initial story. We got it when you promoted and approved tons of other other comments that echoe your sentiments. We got it when it's been apparently the only thing you've commented on in Deadspin as of late. And we get it now. I don't give a…

Boston's next "Big Dig" project will involve building a great wall to protect the city from Barbadian invaders.

I couldn't finish reading this. My brother was a Marine infantryman in Ramadi in the fall of 2005. He was hit by an IED during a night patrol and had shrapnel and pieces of his Humvee lodged in both of his legs; the unit's corpsman saved his life when he dragged his body off the burning truck despite being under heavy…

I'm not sad that the site is changing, because the place has been burned to the ground before and raised back up again many a times, but that it reminds me of how little I've been around these parts for almost a year now. When I was a glorified bookkeeping peon at my shitty law firm job, this site was the only thing…

The commenting post from earlier is making me a little whimsical, so I'll be sappy for a moment. It's after the jump if you care.

What maialyncables said is dead on. The reason why DS's starred system worked so well was because it had a very narrow, yet still open-ended goal: be funny. Thus, the starred folks were those who only worked on humor and nothing else. You could be a total favorite on the open threads but it didn't matter.…

Also in homage to their illustrious history, Mets officials made additional white foul lines to ring around the dugout.

You'd be desperate to find new friends too, even if it's an older man, when all of your compatriots are rejected Virtua Fighter characters.

It's too bad that not every Shanahan lives by the "be punished for the results" rule. RGIII would then actually have a chance to succeed with the Redskins.

If only every blogger or columnist could be this honest. Congrats and best of luck for the future.

Seriously, does she have the oven set to broil? I thought the purpose of serving ham was because of how hard it is to fuck it up.

And of course, as soon as I say that, Westwood implodes...

I can't tell if the jumbled field of major winners the last couple years has been because of increasing parity in golf, or if the rest of the field's mediocrity became apparent after Tiger and Phil dropped off. It may sound shallow of me as a fan, but I want superstars in golf. I love watching a dominating player(s)…

He has a shot, but I think Westwood is the favorite here. He's played very well at Augusta in the past and has been consistent - which is seemingly all that's needed to win this year.

We have seen a return of classic Tiger this weekend: acting like a petulant jackass on the course and blatantly throwing in the towel when he knows he can't win it.

So, after all the talk about Tiger and Lefty, we're right where we've been the last several majors: lower-profile Americans and a bunch of rando Europeans atop the scoreboard.

Shorter version: American Pie was a funny hit at the time, and then Judd Apatow preceded to take the movie's concept out back and mercilessly beat it within an inch of its life for the following decade.

[pours himself a coffee]