The reason they hate each other is because they’re so much alike. It’s like siblings bickering.

Here’s my new slogan for what used to be LowRentsVille:

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Yeah, I’m not just talking about sports.

Thus the need for the exorcism. That moment will haunt until they make it back to the World Series.

Please, please let this be the year they exorcise the Ghost of Sid Bream’s Miracle Knee.

I’m a little late, but here’s a song about this story, which I just can’t get over.

I agree completely with this statement: Some journalists feel a sense of obligation to the public.

I don’t disagree a bit with your main points concerning the vampiric public, but not all news is “tabloid news” to use your phrase. There’s a difference between the Fourth Estate and the journalistic ambulance chasers, isn’t there?

I laughed. I cried. I died little more inside.

Franzen’s unnamed girl has a post-lobotomy Frenesi Gates quality. Only this is an alternate universe in which she never went to the Kunoichi Retreat, but spends her life paratrooping.

You just wrote a comment on Deadspin, right? Now, repeat that 10,000 times.

Seriously, Deadspin: take $50 of that $600 you used to troll Geno Smith and hire a lipreader for 10 seconds of work.

You vill dribble vell. If no dribble vell, vee send famillee Siber.

Until I finished it, I read one page of Finnegan’s Wake a day. I’d recommend that process to anyone who wants to read it.

This series is a time saver. Even though I hate Franzen’s work in general, I now know I’ll never even read the blurbs on the back cover of Purity.

An average player waits at least until November before he shatters a bone in his face.

You can always put on more clothes if you’re cold, but you can only take so much off before you get arrested.

Amen! I’ve lived in the South so long that winter is my favorite season of all.