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I wonder how much of this has to do with the market for new units, in general, slowing down—and how much of it has to do with the comparatively high price-point at which Jeep is selling new Wranglers. It wasn’t all that many years ago--like, TJ-years-ago--that you could get into a moderately equipped Wrangler without

How dare he appropriate white culture like this.

Are you implying Welch’s are gateway snacks?

Maybe this will spur me to try to get into ciders, again. I love apples! Which means nothing. I love craft beer! Which, maybe means something? You’d think I’d be headlong into ciders, but every one I have ever tried has left me thinking “meh.”

OH GOD, that would be magnificent. Someone like Bill Gates (who will not do it) or Woz (who I think *would* be the type to do it, but I don’t think has anywhere near that kind of money).

I cannot ever see a true strike at the NCAA level. But yes, every fuckwad “Daryl from Huntsville” would shit his streak-stained tighty whities at the thought of not having FOOBAAAAAW! to watch on Saturdays and Sundays (and Mondays, and Thursdays, and Fridays).

There are plenty of arguments that are trotted out about why it’s not feasible for NFL contracts to be guaranteed (roster size, inherent physicality of the game, etc.), but I think if if the League were forced to do so, they would find a way (cue Goldblum voice) to guarantee these deals.

If Jerruh, et al. (and really, the League) want to ride atop this high horse of “BUT GOOD SIR YOU HAVE SIGNED A CONTRACT!”—and they seem hell bent on trotting this out every time this happens—then they need to go ahead and guarantee contracts.

Oh God, airball stories are the best. A friend of mine airballed a fucking FREE THROW when he finally made it into a game during our senior year. A FREE THROW. There was no pressure—the team was down 30 with 2 left to go, that’s why he was in the game—and he fucking whiffs. I don’t mean he grazed the bottom of the

To be fair, pee is stored in the balls, so I can see why you’d think this.

Freshman year of college. I played Men’s League Basketball in the county where my university was located. We were a...not great...team. We had a few guys who could straight-up ball; we had a few, like me, who were decent spot-up shooters, and could play good defense and rebound; and then the rest of the squad was guys

Payton is a perfect fit for New Orleans in that he fancies himself more cultured and raucous than everyone else, only to be the same kind of humorless assbro as the rest of his contemporaries.

I am of course talking about other people. People that email me. They’re all from Canada. Many are models.

There is something to be said for this. And honestly, this is what I do most of the time, as well (although I couldn’t tell you the last time I went to a booze potluck--most of the get-togethers I go to are “we provide all food, you provide your own booze”). I know there’s no way I’m going to drink a handle of rum AND

I subscribe through iTunes, but I’m pretty sure you can get it through Google Podcasts as well.

If there’s one thing we as readers (me included) should do, more often, it’s tell all of you how much we enjoy your contributions to this site, to other projects (like D&JAM), and to our lives in general. Deadspin has been a daily stop for me for ten years now, and it’s because of the great content this site has

I don’t understand why we need to know about every terrible team a guy has played for. Yeah, some guys played for the Bucs, others played for the Raiders, I think some even played for the Browns, but do we really need to know those things? No! We don’t. We don’t need those things thrown in our faces. We don’t need the

RE: potlucks—the problem with doing potluck with food AND booze is, inevitably, some fucking assholes will NOT bring any booze, and then mooch off of everyone else’s booze.

When I first heard it, my immediate thought was “oh shit, funeral dirge...”