Is this not just as perversely dumb as the whole “if our best athletes played soccer, World Cups for everyone!” idea?

Best way to teach kids to throw a slider without hurting their arm: treat the release like a handshake off your middle finger and don’t break your wrist at all. If they do that, it’s an easy to use and relatively predictable breaking ball, and it keeps them from destroying their elbows trying to break off 12-6s.

...or feline diabetes.

Pitchers should have four chances to pick a runner off a bag, just like they have four chances to get the ball over the plate before issuing a walk. If they throw over again it’s a balk.

It’s not like 4,854 of his players at Florida had firearms violations on their sheet...

The next Deadspin Awards Bear of the Year.

There should be an orange jersey for the racer who smacks the dumb out of the highest total of jackass spectators over the course of the Tour.

I had the pleasure of meeting Pat a few times during my stay at UT, and plenty of times in the years after when I lived in Knoxville. She was always a fantastic person to make small talk with, and someone who could engage you in seemingly endless dialogue about any significant topic either of you could put forward.…

Josh is a lovely guy and a solid radio host. Let the love-in for this tweet commence.

Bickell contract hell hasn’t a patch on Seabrook contract hell.

Deadspin writers’ attempts to one-up each other on dinger heds this year is one of the few bright spots for the 2016 version of the internet.

Chicago has pulled press credentials for next to fuck all outside of legitimately taking on ownership, asking questions about the deal with Bridge view, etc.

You wanna talk real *guys* then it begins and ends at Jud Buechler. That was a guy.

I played the absolute shit out of this game on my Aptiva. This and X-Wing v TIE Fighter.

You left out the tire fire that is the Chicago Bulls.

I told you: http://deadspin.com/their-family-i…

Before we get weepy over the reformed Marshall, let’s go back and revisit his 45-minute rambling-ass presser he did in his final days with the Bears where he made it clear it was the fault of every woman he ever beat that he hit them. He’s still the same POS he was in Miami, he just learned to smile into the camera…

Best fargin’ swearing ever put down on film.

Tbf, no UFO story is actually good. And I’m well damn aware of what a shooting star looks like.

So I was 10, and we’d moved briefly to southern rural Missouri, outside West Plains. Laying on the couch one night, watching TV, and there were these massive floor-to-ceiling length windows that faced out the back of the house into the woods. A bright blueish/white light showed up over the treeline and was hanging in…