What kind of weird alternate universe did I wake up in this afternoon where there are pro hockey posts on deadspin?
What kind of weird alternate universe did I wake up in this afternoon where there are pro hockey posts on deadspin?
As long as we’re celebrating female film editors, please don’t forget the late, great Dede Allen.
As one of the few Islander fans here (there are a lot of us in real life, I swear), a few points. They have a cable deal that pays them more than they will get anywhere else, so relocation isn’t a viable financial option. The new Coliseum is run by Barclays mgmt group, so that is an option, but not if they keep the…
Thank you for that.
Now this is good Kinja.
if the premiere league wants to be a world-class league it will need to accept the standards of other top leagues, such as mls, which have safe standing
“Scratch any cynic and you will find a disappointed idealist.” - George Carlin
Now I am recalling how Linden trees smell...
Every time I almost feel sorry for Indians fans I see pictures like that one woman gingerly clutching her Chief Wahoo board and then I’m just so happy they lost. Fuck them.
+100 yards from any school or playground
Wash u ass
I had a roommate who would shit on the floor. He went on to become a racist, MRA, conservative columnist.
my NYC style icon is the lady who sleeps through the whole movie in the original Taking of Pelham 123
I believe the Mets have had enough injuries this season to form a second baseball team.
His mechanics have been a disaster since spring training. I figured he was overcompensating for the bladder issue and then couldn’t get himself right again.
Realistic Mets fan here. His career is more or less over.
My favorite is when there’s some veteran reliever lollygagging out there, hoping he doesn’t have to get all the way to the fight before it’s over, so he can get back to his candy.
The best part is when the bullpens run to the brawl from the outfield...right next to each other
Jordan thinks a hotdog is a cocktail wiener between two Pringles brand chips. He doesn’t even think to call it a sandwich, which is store brand bologna between two ricecakes.
Damnit. You’re right. My bad. I’m going back to bed.