My wife (you’ve read her work in every woman’s magazine out there; she has a story cover-slugged in the April edition of Vogue) literally never considered changing her name. And neither did I. We both couldn’t imagine why she would. My mother was another story — until her death she would send holiday cards to “Mr. &…

Happens to the best* of us

Do we finally have evidence of a university doing things the right way?

Quest Moon! Garbutt! “Off you go”! So much wonderful in this. I love how professional rugby league players are in brawls; almost like hockey

I love gin too, but 2/3 of these tips involve an immersion circulator?

An important distinction: he finished 108th out of 165 starters. So despite his conditioning, he still beat nearly 60 people who dropped out.

Sound like a hostile work environment. It also sounds as if she’s a litigious drama queen.

Another amazing write-up Sarah. Nuggets like this, “Nope, a little peak at Salazar through those holes” make it golden

It’s so cute they’re wearing matching costumes!

It’s a bit of gamesmanship. It’s hard to tackle Isles, so Palau is just giving him the business to let him know he was there

I think I speak for all fellow UCLA Bruins in saying, “Goddammit”

This is a real blow. He seemed to be unusually thoughtful for the BMX crowd, and had recently come into our orbit here in the triathlon community (and crushing it). Big loss, and really sad news

Nice piece. One bike nerd copy-edit suggestion: it’s unlikely anything was in the “crank,” but rather the motor and/or gearing likely was in the bottom bracket.

That’s actually how this was caught, post-race. The UCI has some scanner on an iPad, and it set off the alarms.

Actually, I have done Ironmans and (far harder) 24-hour non-stop adventure races, and while I’m not a huge motorcycle guy, I applaud the sheer endurance it takes to pull this off. Dangerous as hell, but not impossible.

http://deadspin.com/5859765/weve-t… This seems somehow appropriate.

First job out of college was in ad sales. It was $27,000/year (which was a living wage in San Francisco in 1988!). But I also had a 5% commission on every ad dollar I sold, and I sold the everloving shit out of those ads — until it doubled my salary. I distinctly remember having to call my Mom and ask, “What do you do…

She flat out denied it was even her bike, which any cyclist (especially a pro) knows is laughably false. One year suspension for the crime + one for bad excuse.

I’ve never high-fived anally OR vaginally. Seems risky and painful

Aww, come on? 20 likes? This is the fucking best comment of 2016