Ben Johnson, Barry Bonds, A-Rod, Lance Armstrong, Marion Jones, Tiger Woods (c'mon, you're not blind), Anderson Silva....seems like we really shouldn't be surprised when we learn an outlier of his/her sport achieved his/her dominance with the aid of PED's.

Here's a little Nick Diaz anecdote:

Yeah, but Kanye rules and no one other than Grammy voters even knew Beck was still alive. (Seriously—I like Beck fine, but if you'd asked me I would have figured he was in Topeka working for the local Org and asking locals if they wanted a personality test.)

Beck put out an album recently?

Exactly. I'll tell my buddy's kids that several of their friends didn't really die that day. Go fuck yourself, Larry.

"...and then he pulled out a SECOND gun!"

Meanwhile, Julian Edelman, just back from a three-hour jog in the rain, has poured himself a bowl of gravel to enjoy in his empty kitchen.

I don't think you know what Social Anxiety Disorder is.

Harlan: RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES!!!

I thought Deadspin would be a good place to go if I wanted no one to see me!

Come hide at this hockey article. Nobody will find you here;)

Dear God did I need that. I am currently in the middle of The World's Stupidest Argument with three full-grown adults about whether I am a member of the Illuminati not, (my position: IllumiNOTi,) and whatever is going on in that broadcast both makes me not want to rip my eyelashes out for a fraction of a second.

Hingle McCringleberry was also in his own sketch.

I fucking lost it at A. A. Ron Rodgers. At least he's enjoying his off-season.

Too be bad he's a classless thug, more concerned with the amount of pelvic thrusts he can perform then how his team plays!

Hingle Mccringleberry got snubbed. I knew perceptions about his maturity would keep him off this team. You can't dent he's an absolute monster in the red-zone.

Welcome to my house

Too bad we can't do the same with the Floyd Mayweather-themed erotica I saw yesterday.

They terrify me