I’ve subscribed since the beginning and have always referred to it as “espen” because of that commercial.

if only there were other places that offered the ability to do that

Dives in hockey are usually pretty easy to tell. If a player gets legitimately knocked down, they tend to spring right back up so they don’t get caught out of position or they immediately get up and go after the person who hit them in some mistaken form of machismo.

Which is still objectively more dignified than impersonating Willem Dafoe in Platoon, the go-to move for soccer and basketball players.

Let us stipulate that diving, or flopping, is not so common in hockey as it is in some other sports we could name,

I thought he flopped. Sure Maroon pushed off, but it wasn’t strong enough to knock him down, especially in the stance he was in.

Ah deadspin.  The only sports website where a joke about castratos will land in the comments section.

This definitely takes him out of the running to star in the reboot of Timecop.

Now they have a castrato who can hit the high notes during the anthem.

The story about the wasp reminded me of the running gag on one episode of the ill-fated Clerks: The Animated Series, where the characters keep referring to this big bee outside.

One thing I could never get past was the hugging of Roger Goodell.  I know it started as a spontaneous moment once and became a tradition, but why would you hug the bastard who locked out your union and is clearly in the business of the owners’ business, not your welfare and best interests.  Fuck that fucking guy. …

Having suffered a similar injury (which my physical and occupational therapists charmingly referred to as an “insult to the brain”) several years ago, I offer to Drew my best wishes for a sustained recovery and a recommendation to find a REALLY good therapist to help through the recurring grief for all the parts of…

My dog is nearly 18-years old and is blind and deaf (well, I believe she can hear REALLY loud noises and REALLY high pitched noises, but basically deaf). I was watching her sleep the other night and by her twitching and odd breathing, it looked like she was dreaming. It occurred to me that in her dreams, she can see…

Seriously. That man is a goddamn national hero.

You still have a few years to go, Drew, but just over the horizon you will have the heartache of adding up things you will never do again because your kids have grown up. My daughter is about to graduate college; we came to the realization not long ago that she will likely never live under our roof again. My son is…

Shit, man. I can relate. Not with the hemorrhage, exactly, but having taken a knock to the head in 2012, my sense of smell began to fade away in the several years after that. It sucks, but you and Ebert are right—replace it with what you remember and move on.

I hope somebody gets that guy a medal already. 

I know. I just thought I’d say it again, since he mentioned what happened to him that night, and brought up a couple of direct repercussions from the brain trauma in this column. 

About those hearing aids, a lot of them are bluetooth capable. I’ve been in meetings where the guy next to me had his hearing aid tuned into a baseball game via his phone. You can only hear him listening to it if you’re right next to him like I usually am. Otherwise he was just smiling and nodding along to the meeting!

Damn man that’s rough, can you still smoke weed? I think I could (should?) stop drinking as long as I could still smoke weed.