The problem isn't that they don't talk about things directly relating to sports. The problem is that they talk about bland, insipid bullshit on the assumption that women are capable of appreciating no better.

Yeah, I think he's pretty much numb to all that needling at this point.

Also, the stat line fails to mention that he received a major penalty for dooking it out.

Brad Richards told reporters at the post-game press conference that he hoped his two shits would result in one cup.

Okay, fair point.

Making a mistake? The pay isn't that much worse than what a rookie free agent makes, your career lasts longer than four years, and you don't drop dead before you reach sixty.

Magnanimous? I respectfully disagree.

"This Joey Barton is my kind of guy."

There are so many things wrong with that image.

Still, this is way more coherent than the time he stormed the stage at the '98 grammys.

I'm imagining a lot of red-faced grimacing and grunting after which the mustache curls up by itself.

Apparently not. Also, why would you think this in the first place? This is the site that brought you the pig who pooped on his own balls. The chief difference is that Deadspin has a sense of humor about what it does. This is not necessarily a bad thing.