Hickey went and checked out a new rec league for the fledgling sport-clusterfuck Kronum just outside of Philadelphia over the weekend. "Here's what I ask people," founder Bill Gibson tells the Metro. "Do you listen to your grandparents' music? Well, why are you playing your grandparents' sports?" [Metro]
Let's just get to what you probably want to know about me, Brian Hickey, the new weekend guy: How to throw me down into your basement well with Precious because you get rammy when swaddled in vulnerable soullessness on Saturdays and Sundays.
Brian Hickey spent his morning taking in the sprawling mess of Frank's Red Hot depravity that is Philly's annual "Wing Bowl" gorgefest (featuring "Snooki," of course). He'll have his full report later, but here's a photo primer. (NSFWish)
Last December we ran an essay by longtime virgin, author and SI columnist Jeff Pearlman about journalist Brian Hickey, who was almost killed by a hit-and-run coward last Thanksgiving.
So, not to get all sappy, but it would be really great if any of you Philly-based Deadspinners (or those from other parts of the country with kind souls) would take the time to read this piece about freelance journalist Brian Hickey. He's one of the smartest people on the planet, friend to many, a diehard — and…