Keep him out there. On a related note, let’s reinstate freak shows at carnivals.

These just look AAFul.

Ask not for whom the dong tolls, it dings for Ley.

Sherpa-Fortress was the hardest I’ve thought about anything in weeks.

That was a pretty good year for hockey playoffs, homerism aside.

I wrote a missive on being at Game 4 in ‘93 where Muller put it past Fuhr in OT to sweep the Sabres. Then, I remembered how much fun it was for the Sabres to actually be in the playoffs, and I forgot what my point was. 

I’m having a tough time figuring out which is better. Can someone rephrase this in terms of scapegoating Bettman instead?

This is like that episode of The Office where Michael has a budget surplus to spend at the end of the year, and elects not to reinvest in new equipment so he can pocket 15% of it to buy a fur coat at Burlington Coat Factory.

I’m just glad I’m now old and irrelevant enough to be unaware of such a thing AND bitter and curmudgeonly enough to dismiss the song as stupid without having heard it.

If true, I’d want Bob Loblaw to scoop that on his law blog.

I don’t care whether I agree or disagree with you, Ray. I just want more of your product. You’ve got all the Deadspin snark I’ve come to love with all the austere of [pick your favorite longform baseball writerperson].

Time Cube was the some of the first internet kookery available. It is, even by today’s draconian standards, way the fuck out there.

Gardner is just a dogwhistle for Eckstein.

Lonzo’s okay at 3s, but it’s not like they’re all gonna convert.

The top face of the die on the left has five sides.

Griffin doesn’t have a leg to stand on, and we probably can’t prove his claims, either.

Quick, Kinja, everyone convince Drew he wrote the exact opposite a year ago.

If Dijonnaise Norman gets there, can we make it the Savory 16?

“We’re human beings,”