That was a good analysis of pain and growth. As a parent, it’s difficult to walk that fine line you described — obviously, if your child is going to put his hand on a red-hot cooking element, you pull their hand away, but if they’re tottering on the edge of their bed reaching for something and a fall onto the ground…

In other news, the ivy they wanted trimmed back is still there, and Jeff the maintenance guy hasn’t clocked out. #makesyouthink

Sadly, he had no idea what to do when he reached third base

Grew up a Yankees fan, I was born 2 days before Munson died. I’m aware of other sports deaths (Snyder, Kile, Adenhart and others) but for some reason I am really having a hard time processing this.

I’ve seen these guys before:

I’m crying on the toilet, and I didn’t even have Chipotle yesterday.

I don’t think this necessarily offers hope for humanity, but I wouldn’t say it’s just basic decency for a guy who went to the school expecting to be fawned over by excited kids to instead sit down with a lonely, awkward boy who probably didn’t even know who he was.

Great. Now I’m crying in a McDonald’s. And it's not for any of the usual reasons.

I was on liquid Oxy for two weeks after throat surgery and, man, I get why people get hooked.

It’s kind of his thing:

Recommended replacement:

um, good? Nowhere does it say people have a right to live in public places. Maybe the city can use funds to do something about the homeless, but back a few decades ago, when we had vagrancy laws, the problem didn’t exist to the extent we see now. Reagan de-funded federal mental institutions sending 100,000s to the…

I draw the line at beer. I love craft beer, but everyone needs to shut the fuck up about it. It started with “hopsy” and the like. Now wine terms have crept in. Nose, body, hint of. First guy I hear refer to a beer’s bouquet gets punched in the dick.

The only good reason for the ‘backward on the back of your head’ option for sunglasses is so, if a brawl breaks out, you know exactly who to punch square in the fucking face first.

Candler Felts is not to be mistaken for Chandler Delts, my Tumblr dedicated to Matthew Perry’s shoulder.

Oh, so when La Russa squeezes into a booth unannounced, he’s “defending the truth.” But when I do it, I’m “drunk” and “not welcome in this IHOP anymore.”

This piece did as much as anything to convert me from a Deadspin reader to a Deadspin addict. It's still my favorite thing that's ever run here.