Screw that noise. Jiri Hudler gets the MVP for his drunken, shoeless Lady Byng acceptance speech. That awards show was excruciating to watch and he had better material and got more laughs than anyone else. Vegas, right?!

A Wordpress article by someone who’s pissed they couldn’t get on the Daily Show’s writing staff

How much did Sam Biddle pay you to write this covert hatchet piece on Ronson’s book?

ATTENTION GAWKER MEDIA STAFF:

Oh BS. This loss wasn’t on the goalie. Tampa’s D should’ve never allowed Saad to walk across the front of the crease like that.

“Mr Lemieux? There’s a Mr Basille on line 2.”

‘nuff said

He’s taking over Colbert’s old slot at Comedy Central when they sack Wilmore.

Ultimate game of Fuck/Marry/Kill:

That's what the coke is for.

Oh, can it already Sidney.

The Detroit Red Wings are the St. Louis Cardinals of ice hockey: they do cheap headshots the right way.

Thoughtful, articulate and spot-on.

Team defense wins Cups. The ‘hot goalie, lucky bounces’ narrative is lazy, bullshit, journalism typically trotted out by Philly sportswriters and their ilk who know nothing about the game.

Kudos to you for slipping a (spot-on, well-written) piece about music that’s not Beyonce or Kanye past the Gawker media editoral board. Ya got blackmail pics of Denton or something?

He was just holding my stash.

...is a terrible coach.

The sound you hear is Vincent Lecavalier popping the champagne.

Oh please. Larry Brooks is a trolls’ troll. A professional shit stirrer. Anything he puts out there is suspect at best. I put more stock in Drew Magary’s reporting.

Trying to figure out how to post a copy of the ultrasound of my inguinal hernia I suffered playing goal.