This is a true story: When I was in my dirtbag 20s, my friends and I used to hang out at a crappy bar because we loved the main bartender and the culture there. Then the scumbags who owned the bar fired the bartender we loved. He went to work at another bar and we followed him there. The first bar is closed now.

This is the fucking worst. They’re doing it. They’re killing Deadspin.

Honestly, this blog post has far too much sports-adjacent content, IMO. Needs less sports.

The Google group is dead, but you can still email jim@g-omedia.com directly.

What about Yacht Country — let me finish — Semi-Casual?

Running is a sport!

And here’s an even better email address:

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They scrubbed them all because they are gutless cowards

I hope so too, but I actually think he is completely incapable of processing or even believing anything negative about himself. By Wednesday, he’ll have convinced himself -- and all of his doublethinking followers -- that it never happened.

One with his left, one with his right, and one with his head.

Or the guy who said the guy they fired was a good guy just defending another guy by yelling at some gals.

“But what if Landry Fields just learns to...” [meteor strikes Earth]

I was on the fence before, but I’m DEFINITELY buying this now.

Every time you close a door, you need to close it halfway first. And once it’s halfway closed, you need to close it halfway again. And again and again and again. And since every number can be halved an infinite number of times — and because you always must close it halfway first — that must mean that you can never…

+1 tin foil hat

I hear ya man [he said while downing another whisky].

Yeah, that statement was pure bullshit. If you parse it carefully, what they really say is that they wouldn’t be eliminating any positions — i.e. total headcount would stay the same — but not that the same writers would fill those spots. As far as I can tell, everyone from Splinter got the ax.

I don’t even like sitting that close to a stranger with my pants on.

I remember Jay Payton. Mostly I remember about two weeks into the 2000 season, my friend declaring, “He’s going to be the Mets’ center fielder for the next 10 years!”