I think there is a bit of a difference between hearing an anthem after someone gets a Gold Medal  and listening to Curt Shilling babble about Obama.

I don’t know if it’s a directive from the editor, or just a case of colleagues adopting each other’s literary styles, but the constant “dunked his soul to hell” and “smacked the ball to the goddamned moon” shit is fucking exhausting and not remotely funny anymore.

This has to be one of the stupider deadspin article headlines of 2019. 

You must use very different baseballs than the rest of us.

this is the point at which the Deadspin headline voice has officially become a parody of itself.

You guys are trying WAY too hard at this point.

OW ME BACK

So he built a Ridgeline? 

There are theaters that show movies before noon?  Huh...  Must be a city thing...

Seriously. Every receipt checker knows the cost of every item in the store and can tell you have been overcharged just by glancing at the receipt.  Wow. And people actually believe this?  Yeah.  And stop and frisk was just a friendly hug because the police want you to know how much they like you. 

6/2 x (1+2) = 9 (what the problem says)

Hamilton Nolan is leaking.

“headline is a bit alarmist”

Just so we’re clear: There is a safety fault, but it’s only able to be replicated by outright ignoring the safety warnings on the can of combustible material?

I didn’t know Wendy’s was responsible for protecting farmworkers from crime.  I thought enforcing law was more of a police thing, not really a fast food thing.

Friendly reminder that it’s not about rape, it’s about obnoxious internet activists telling you what you can and can’t eat.

Cause Jimmy is a nickname for James and not generally a given name?

You clearly haven’t tasted this awful pizza

The Night King doesn’t feel like a villain.  He’s more like a natural disaster, or Godzilla.  I like that he didn’t start explaining himself in a pleasant baritone.

I have no reason to doubt her, but from the court’s perspective, it seems like this is going to come down to a he-said/she-said about a five-year-old incident that occurred behind closed doors.