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The link in your comment includes at period at the end of the URL. Remove that period and the link resolves fine. :)

By far the best part of every installment. The default phone signature arms race is peaking in 2019.

From: Max Hesh

Paul Brown, writer: “Hey, Megan Greenwell, editor-in-chief of Deadspin, I’d like to pitch you a story.”

Hey. Hello. Just want to chime in with a quick lil’ preemptive response to the folks who are like “hey, it’s a gig job — if it exploits you harder than usual, just don’t do it, bro.” You know the type. Oh boy. I’d like to tell these folks to please go eat shit and drown in fetid seawater. And to die forever.

Man I’m glad deadspin doesn’t write about how putrid my Orioles are this frequently 

So when I stood up, it was right in the gooch. It’s normally pleasurable for a man, isn’t it? The gooch.

Man, these guys really won’t defend anything.

It was known as one of the fastest tracks back in the day, but that led to some pretty horrific collisions so at some point they outfitted all the horses running on that track with restrictor plates over their noses to limit their air intake and slow them down.

Big hit to Santa Anita. Hollendorfer’s horses were the glue that held that place together.

Oh, you all think this kid’s face is punchable in that GIF? You ain’t seen nothing yet.

Ray Ratto can’t wait for tonight’s NHL draft and the ill-fitting gray suits on uncomfortable-under-TV-lights prairie lads.

He’ll be fine, Denver's the perfect place to spark up a Bol.

Don't forget the San Diego classics The Stuntman, Attack of the Killer Tomatoes and Almost Famous 

Obviously, ramon was a staple in my life, but I’d end up with 2/3 a loaf of bread in the fridge that I didn’t want it to go bad.

Yes. But that doctor was employed by the Golden State Warriors. 

“Fuck no I’m not paying you for this. a) That was like 20 years ago and b) I said Big POPPA.”

Pictured: Mickey Callaway

“revealed no further neurological damage.”

-I have been framed by Vic Morrow’s kids