In that case, I CALL DIBS ON THE QUATTRO!

This is now being covered by The Post and The Times, so hoping the media scrutiny helps the cause:

I don’t think anyone knows what’s going to happen. It’s a valuable brand, but you can’t run a sports news and commentary site without writers.

This all absolutely fucking blows. I don’t have much hope that my favorite little corner of the internet is going to survive all of this intact, but I do hope above all else that things go well for all the editorial staff from the entire family of sites.

I’m about to need an actual barf bag.

So it’s finally happening, the BBC visual effects department’s wet dream has arrived, we’re having yet another General Election which will take place on December 12.

Did someone took his phone away????

Didn’t it die today?

Jizz Jim is going to have to pry Drew’s annual Williams-Sonoma holiday catalog review from my cold, dead hands.

Thinking of all of you with GMG today. This has been completely wild.

Been told to stick to women, huh?

Here’s all the shit we really couldn’t cover today:

Fuck Jim Spanfeller, who is a herb

Is deadspin going to be okay?

So I guess we’ve forgotten that, looking at this song in historical context (i.e. actually looking at what phrases meant then instead if assigning our meaning to them), it’s not at all rapey? Oh well.

Also, in the event the G/O management succeeds in banishing politics from all the blogs, we’ve created a refugee camp here:

David, I wish to register a complaint. You’ve filed this story to Politics, but this is erroneous, as this is clearly a Sports Story.

3) Hellscape

Man, I love people who self-own through being hilariously inept. You know, pumpkin thieves, thin-skinned vulture capitalist owners of blog sites, those kinds of folks.

“Horton, Here’s a Poo!”