Look at this fucking (degenerative) hipster.

I’m late to this, so it’s likely to get buried in gray, but hopefully someone sees it — especially the staff of Deadspin. Tommy Craggs was one of the most influential people in my life and I only spoke with him three times. The first time was after Deadspin published a piece I wrote about my experience witnessing the…

Years ago an editor asked me what my career goal was. All I wanted, I said, was to be left alone and do cool stories. Tommy let me do that, and I’ll always be grateful. I’ll miss him. We’ll all miss him.

YOU MEAN I COULD HAVE JUST EMAILED TOMMY CRAGGS AND SAID I WANTED TO WRITE FOR DEADSPIN THE WHOLE TIME

I don’t know. Personally I did not presume to try to persuade him one way or another; he’s smarter than I am and has thought his way through, back out of, and back around to the start of any argument I could make, long before I could make it. I just wanted him to know that I love him very much and will always be his…

Tommy hates being fussed over. In fairness, he hates practically everything, making him just about the most trollable man alive, but I’ll respect his preferences this once and tell a happier story instead. On Friday night, we had a party to celebrate moving to a new office next week. Tommy had boarded a plane to the…

I’m heartbroken, too.

I, too, have this job because of Tommy. More broadly, I have my faith in writing, in editing, in journalism as a whole as something still worth doing in 2015 because of Tommy. He’s the best, and smartest, and sharpest, and angriest writer I know. I’m heartbroken that I’ll no longer get to work alongside him, but…

To everyone who (most likely didn’t read this beautiful and heartfelt essay on what it means to be a friend and and instead) is eagerly taking advantage of the unsupervised open space below to post your unneeded, unwanted and ultimately entirely impertinent opinions about the post or Gawker in general, I won’t bestow…

God damn it.

Tommy Craggs gave me a second chance. I spent nearly three years writing for a different Gawker site, and I hit a point where I was just done. I couldn’t do it anymore. I was looking elsewhere, and my time at the company was up. I didn’t want to leave though, and in a passing conversation, I told Tommy I felt…

Pluto also has the same amount of Super Bowls wins as Minnesota.

Like anyone actually watches the Tour de France.*

I can’t even get to the part where I’m annoyed about this blatant misogyny because I’m annoyed by the fact that they think “Day Without Sports” is a thing.

Isn’t the Tour de France on tomorrow? So this isn’t even correct, prima facie.

Blake then took that information and passed it on to the Clippers organization which gave them inside info on what to say to get Deandre back.

It’s pretty impressive how low, how low, how low, how low that guy fell.

I have a shovel that does a similar trick, but it’s a shame that “OH GODDAMMIT OW THAT FUCKING HURT AND CHRIST MY BACK AND JESUS GARY QUIT LAUGHING THIS ISN’T FUCKING FUNNY” song never really took off.

Glad to see the guy finally caught a break.