Definitely the OJ trial for me (though, weirdly, not the car chase). I was born in 1988. At the time, my parents were friends with another couple, the husband of which was a tall, athletic African-American man. Being the little “all black people look the same” six-year-old dipshit I was, I became CONVINCED he was OJ…

Cool, Deadspin is posting stories about ground balls now.

“...you may be better off lovingly petting him than entangling him in your hairless ape limbs.”

Is this really that good a burn? Feels like one step above “I know you are but what am I?”

It’s good to see Ryan Leaf out of the house, at least.