I’m not sure how to feel, yet, but one discomfiting thought that keeps coming back is how it feels kind of similar to how right leaning outlets would bring up pizzagate with a sorta “we just don’t know!” hands in the air routine.

Deadspin still has the best Twitter reply to Donald Trump.

In OBJ’s defense, the grounds crew member kept telling him that he’s “not just a member of the grounds crew, he’s also a part owner of the team”.

“Why do we need Ambassadors. I mean they’re great guys, the best, but when I let everyone know about everything via Twitter using the best words, you know they’re tremendous words, what’s the need for them.

This is the payoff on the long con of typewriter inventor Jerry Qwerty.

Can you give them a few days? They haven’t even raised their AFC South Second Runner-Up banner yet.

Soooo... is Joe Flacco’s backup elite?

Gotta wonder what’s goink through Phil’s head.

This was a really gutsy but smart move by McCaffrey. Of course, I imagine teams will still opt for the more athletic Fournette in the draft, even though he made the move out of pure self-interest. Sad!

Not sure what it is about McCaffrey but he sure has grit, wouldn’t expect such a selfish decision out of a high motor guy like that.

Kanye West doesn’t care about black people

Karjakin is also a great way to kill time in traffic.

No matter what the NCAA says I’ll never believe anything from Notre Dame’s 2012 season didn’t exist.

Ashley, I know you probably take a lot of shit over your work here, so I wanted to tell you I have started to deliberately check Deadspin when something like this breaks, knowing that your article will both appropriately reinforce my horror and commiserate with it. You’re great. Fuck anyone who tells you otherwise…

This whole election was about how working class white people feel. That’s what swung the election. They don’t get to vote on their fucking feelings and then tell everyone else that feelings are for pussies. I mean, apparently they do, but you have to see how hypocritical that is.

Hmm