Not on those who matter, Nilo.

You should see what Winona Ryder can do with a ping pong ball.

I dug up a photo of a ping pong shoe, in case anyone is interested.

I know I should hate the olympics and boycott it etc. but shit like this almost makes me feel feelings again after a lifetime of cynicism and hard drinking.

Do they also switch out the tile around the edge of the pool?

And then the bitch left with another guy.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the pool...

Those are bad songs. Bad horn songs. Through no fault of the horns!

Agreed.

Here is a song that fucking owns, largely because of the horns:

I know that hating Macklemore is the default position of this Media Conglomerate, but Thrift Shop is catchy as fuck and about 99.9% of people have jammed to that song at some point in time.

Counterpoint: Deadspin doesn’t have too much soccer, but Deadspin soccer posts could each be approximately 80% shorter. Someone get Billy an editor.

In U.S. pro sports, hand wringing and moralizing comes from the blood-thirsty pearl clutching press box, not other athletes on the field. That’s the difference between LillyKing/Olympics and Baseball writers/HoF. If the athletes, and people on the field, decide that the game is fair and the stakes are reasonable, that…

The Gang Gets Caught Doping

I couldn’t get over how much Efimova looked like Sweet Dee.

I thought he was referring to his penis. Albeit cryptically.

Jesus. We get it. You think Ledecky and any athlete who does anything remotely extraordinary is doping. Enjoy the games, and then the NFL season, and then the NBA season, and then maybe just stop watching sports.

What you don’t see is the entire United States men’s basketball team singing ‘A Thousand Miles’ next to him.

French fencing fucker’s phone foiled foil final feud for few froggy fans.