In the athletic world, this kind of story is hardly uncommon. I do 5k races fairly regularly, and at higher competitive levels, runners are frequently bitching that they are “hurt” or “sick”. I don’t do this, but I’ve seen it. Then lo and beyond, miracles of healing happen when the race starter tells the runners to…

Maybe he drank too much of that special water, or perhaps his gumby limbs stretched a little too far during an overly-agressive downward dog to upward dog. What an ass. No one is invincible. No one.

Paramount is doomed to get gobbled up anyway, so this half-hearted reboot of “Heathers” is just their attempt to go through the motions. It doesn’t matter what they do. They’re the Titanic, and they already hit the iceberg. That was a Paramount movie, by the way. They used to be able to make successful films like…

I call bullshit on her implication she’s better or distinct from prostitutes. Her profession is near indistinguishable from hooking. You have pre-arranged sex, pretend to enjoy it, and then afterward you get paid. The only difference is there’s no camera.

His voice does not have as much resonance as I thought it would. Perhaps my voice would sound weird too after an NBA game with sweat rolling off me like a fucking fountain.

I also enjoy “After Eight” mints. They are sold at our local Wegmans. I’ve bought them. They are not cheap compared to most candy, so I can see why they marketed them as being for special FUCKING occasions. And unless others are rediscovering the video, Drew was able to cause the video to start “Trending” on YouTube.…

“My body remains in withdrawal for forgettable football content ... I may even have to read a book.” I bet Drew considered reworking that sentence, changing the “I” to a “we”, and adding an amazon link to his Hike book as a suggestion for withdrawal reading material. Glad he spared us!

No. You didn’t need to activate your keyboard and type out insults, aimed at a person you’ve never met. I agree with those who say it speaks to your own weaknesses. Furthermore, your continued defense with more bile-spewing reminded me of the “Cat Person” story.

Deadspin resents competition. Deadspin and the rest of the don’t-call-it-Gawker media group devote significant time and effort shitting and pissing on every significant competitor. They’re good at stealing, I mean “aggregating”, the content of others, but that’s it.

The local D1 college Hockey Team already does something similar. They film dance moves in the locker room, and show the footage during intermissions. Fans are asked to cheer for their favorites, with the winner moving on in the “bracket”. Just for fun. The fans seem to like it.

Shitting on the competition - a Deadspin tradition.

Good point. Although I couldn’t reply for some days, because Kinja sucks. I could see that there were replies, but they wouldn’t load.

I give that Simmons tweet its 5,000th like. His patriot homerism isn’t any significantly worse than Magary’s Vikings whining. And the Simmons podcast is good at times. Magary’s writing is ok, but I would never listen to Magary’s podcast, no way. And yet GMG keeps trying, like the “year of Kristin”, the poop stories,…

I resolve to cleanse my mind of the poisonous musings of Gawker Media writers. So long forever....

You know you judgmental bitches will be watching, and second guessing everything, no matter what they do.

There’s no fucking problem with Tara Lapinski, back off.

But they didn’t. She got bounced. Take your preconceived notions and shove them up your ass.

“Better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and to remove all doubt.” -(author uncertain)

They’ve had enough of Ashley Wagner and her drama queen “bullshit”, and they DON’T WANT her on the team.

He spends a lot of words bitching about a customer’s dastardly plan to sell cheap shoes, how dare they control their own business plans! Oh, but pumping out low-quality blog posts? Oh no, that’s totally cool and acceptable behavior.