Says banker

The very best of boxing writing is never more than a step or two away from schmaltz, clichés and shameless heart-tuggery, just as even the clumsiest boxing writing can uncork a moment of poignant truth that strips away all emotional armor, at least for a second. The weird part is that despite both of those things…

How you could not want to cuddle my cat Rocket is beyond me

Brother, I have been publishing that piece in serial form for months.

In 1987 I saw U2 at Giants stadium on the tour for Joshua Tree. In the middle of “Pride in the name of love” he walks out to center stage in a spotlight, wraps himself in the Amnesty International flag, kneels down, and weeps uncontrollably “for political prisoners everywhere.” At 16, I was a little more gullible and…

*adam clay-2000 pounds

Kalaf has always seemed like a dude, and I doubt that was the point of this post at all. That certainly wasn’t the reaction I had, whatever the case. Good for Baker. Hope it all turns out alright.

I played the shit outta this

We spent hours in the dorms making our own characters and beating the piss out of each other. It was this or Golden Eye 1999-2001. Those graphics were sweet on those 13 & 19 inch box tv’s!

Oh shit!!! I couldn’t place where I knew him from and forgot to look him up after the movie was over. Thanks.

Cardale Jones, first of his name, King of the Andals

Exactly. I grew up with Sunday season tickets at Yankee Stadium (i.e. Opening Day, all Sunday home games, plus Old Timer’s Day). We brought with us a sub, a 1 lb bag of Twizzlers and a bag of peanuts for each of us. The kids each got 1 soda, the parents got a beer, and if it was a really hot day, we could get ice…

Yeah, because that’s exactly the same thing as what happened here. Thanks so much for proving my point.

/pours out basket of breadsticks
//keeps pouring
///keeps pouring
////keeps pouring

Thank goodness they have Craggs to blame, since David Geithner certainly wasn’t to blame.

I’m heartbroken, too.

To everyone who (most likely didn’t read this beautiful and heartfelt essay on what it means to be a friend and and instead) is eagerly taking advantage of the unsupervised open space below to post your unneeded, unwanted and ultimately entirely impertinent opinions about the post or Gawker in general, I won’t bestow…

I just love how most of the commenters came on over to shit all over the guy anyway.

Living in Maryland (most) of my life I would agree with you, except now that I live down on the Eastern Shore and cover Delaware for work my mind was blown. I do something in Sussex County (lower Del) and it's like I'm in Alabama, I cross into Kent County and everyone is best friends. I know of a credentialed writer…