Brave Bill Simmons Ran Away...Bravely Ran Away, Away...

On second thought, let’s not go to Grantland. It is a silly place.

SHUT UP, YOU BLOODY PEASANT!

Come and see the violence inherent in the negotions!

I mean if I went around saying I was editor-in-chief of Grantland, just because some white-shirted stiff lobbed a job offer at me, they’d put me away!

You can't go around wielding supreme editorial power just because some blinky jamoke threw a red pen at you!

Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical corporate ceremony!

An autonomous collective

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Here are the surnames of the last seven presidents of Notre Dame: Jenkins, Malloy, Hesburgh, Cavanagh, O’Donnell, O’Hara, O’Donnell. Those sound pretty Irish!

Cha-KO-tay?

(Editor’s Note: Like I’m ever going to pass up a story that makes fun of Tim Hortons...)

STORY TIME.

Even more troubling is that if Pizza Boli’s is closed, I don’t see how any runs will be produced in the stadium today.

My heart aches as I see this. Probably because I’ve eaten too much Pizza Boli’s.

You're right, the veal is delicious.

Not just not rocket science, the lack of a DH actually makes it a lot easier to make a decision on how to use your bullpen. To wit, consider this scenario: pitcher humming along, down 2-1 in the 7th inning, with the 9th spot due to lead off the bottom of the 7th for you, and the 3-4-5 hitters to lead off the 8th for…

I’m sure the Deadspin readership enjoyed your Fodor’s for Dipshits entry on Baltimore (incl. rare usage of the word, “hael”).

Rick Dempsey. The rain king.