He should go with some tried and true baseballisms, like “Hustle, Grit, Humble”. On second thought, that’s probably too long, so he should probably just abbreviate it.

Additional ranting by Albert Burneko.

This isn’t so much of a question as a statement that I’d like Barry’s opinion on: Andre Burakovsky is an off-brand remake of Alexei Kovalev.

This is a really touching and beautiful family image. I’m sure you know this already, but that rain delay that helped the Cubs out was actually just your grandfather jacking off from heaven; all over all of us.

Releasing these documents is a terrible idea, imo. By now everyone knows that if you truly want to avoid of the horrors of Jerry Sandusky, it’s best not to break the seal.

The FJM reunion on Deadspin a few years back was summarily glorious. My question is: do this again.

Gawker Media fantasy draft- You guys get to compete against each other to see who can create the most popular Gawker sub-blog. You can choose from any Gawker writer across all of the sites. Who you got going #1 overall?

[agrees to disgusting bet with Griffey]

catcher: “heh-heh, well, look at that, a dog on a skateboa...”

“JFK-neat”

“Spanish-speaking immigrant lollygags at work. Wall does its job.”

Phil Housley’s slap shot in NHL 94 could not be denied!!

I remember those guys! I also remember these guys:

‘Shared a bath with the Masters winner’(!!!) Wow, look how far we’ve come. Fuzzy Zoeller still doesn’t think he should have to share a bathroom with one particular Masters winner.

Damn, I just posted pretty much the same. Spent too long writing my post, I guess.

Actually, the Zombie Sonics are an interesting example to provide here. You could easily say that they created the template for Hinkie’s fever dream.

tbt, I think Albert’s point here is that Gosling is not ‘bating material

This one might win for nailing the holiday theme better than most others. I’m not sure what tricks they use to pull this off, but it literally smells like a goddamn christmas tree. Pretty good overall beer as well.

Thank God, for his sake, it wasn’t a rhythm and blues club.