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Transactions, Nov. 1
This the final Deadspin transaction before relegation. As the last editor left with access to our work systems, I’m promoting Dave McKenna to editor-in-chief of Deadspin. This should come as no surprise given his career stats: multiple dirty politicians brought down, evil sports owners exposed, and ...
That Andy Dalton Feeling
It’s a strange and sad fact of how sports works in this moment that the number of people who cared about poor Andy Dalton being benched by the ultra-moribund Cincinnati Bengals and the Washington Nationals winning the World Series in thrilling and satisfying fashion is pretty close. But when we reco...
Megan Greenwell, Like The Oakland A's Every Year, Makes An Early Exit
Deadspin editor-in-chief Megan Greenwell is leaving us for WEIRD Magazine, which we can only assume is a sad rip-off of Mad and Cracked. We will miss her deeply, and to show our affection in the only way we know how, we’re roasting her ass....
Former Deadspin Boss Tim Marchman No Longer Making Queso Fundido
After many years of service, first as the features editor and editor-in-chief of Deadspin and later as the head of GMG’s Special Projects Desk, Tim Marchman has left us. We come now to send him off in the only way we know how: by roasting his ass....
The Final Installment Of The Engelb Vielma Tracker, Featuring The Greatest Anagrammed Hits
Many—most?—Orioles games feel vaguely pointless right now. The end result is usually clear before the game is underway, and while there’s plenty of different ways for the team to reach that result, those differ only in substance rather than sentiment. It’s all going to be pretty depressing. This was...
On Tom
Tom Scocca is leaving us, after a combined six and a half years at Deadspin, Gawker, and the Special Projects Desk. Here’s how we’ll remember him....
Mourn Prince However You Can, For As Long As You Want
Jesus, this is terrible. Just terrible. Prince is dead. There’s no way to wrap your arms, or your head, around it. Just pick a moment and fixate. Like that time he burned “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” to the ground....
Kobe Bryant Ended His Career With A Perfect Kobe Game
Kobe Bryant is the patron saint of volume shooters forever and ever amen, and he really went out and Did The Shit tonight, ending his career with an insane, revelatory game in which he scored 60 points on 50 shots in a win over the Jazz. 60 points! 50 shots! What the hell man!...
RIP Merle Haggard, The Only Man Who Could Live Up To The Name
Ah, Christ, Merle Haggard died, shit. On his 79th birthday. He was one of the greats. You know this for two reasons. First off, objectively, he just was, an acerbic and jovially iconoclastic teller of hard truths and winsome lies, a prickly charmer and actual outlaw (he once attended a Johnny Cash c...
An Incomplete Treasury Of Great Phife Dawg Lyrics
Malik “Phife Dawg” Taylor of A Tribe Called Quest died yesterday at the age of 45. And as someone who went to college in the 1990s, I am obligated by law to tell you that A Tribe Called Quest was by far my favorite hip hop group, and that their shit still holds up to this day. But there’s nothing I ...
Casual Dining Restaurants, Ranked
A couple days back, Complex published an interview with Allen Iverson, which you should most definitely read, if you want. In it, there were lots of good tidbits, but perhaps the primo tidbit came when Iverson swore his allegiance to T.G.I. Friday’s, which is something (erroneously!) attributed to h...
RIP David Bowie, The Most Human Alien Of All
Can we start with “Under Pressure”? Is that too obvious? Eh, who cares. We’re starting with “Under Pressure.” Get a load of the a capella version, man. Two Top 5 all-time rock singers howling into the void until the void retreats in terror and awe. This song owns....
Farewell, Elegant Bachelor: Scott Weiland, RIP
The thing about being a rock star in the ’90s is you had to act like you hated being a rock star, and this is where Scott Weiland made his first mistake. As frontman for Stone Temple Pilots, whose 1992 debut Core was an instant Columbia House Hall of Famer, he swaggered and sashayed and preened and ...
A Goodbye From Grierson & Leitch
It’s a sad day here at Grierson & Leitch: After nearly four years of confusing you with movie reviews featuring seemingly arbitrary letter grades and inexplicable paragraph numbering, today is our last day at Deadspin. In two weeks, you can find us at our new home at The New Republic. But we want to...
And Now, Our Favorite <i>Key & Peele</i> Sketches
For nearly four years, Keegan-Michael Key and Jordan Peele have been among the best at dishing out incisive racial comedy to a generation that sorely needed it. Whether making lighthearted jabs at pop-culture trends or tackling serious political issues, their sketches were at their best when they we...
Wes Craven, RIP: The Mild-Mannered King Of Our Nightmares
By all accounts, Wes Craven was a lovely human being: a mild professorial type who made the people around him comfortable. In interviews, he came off as an excellent teller of dad jokes, and did not have an intimidating or particularly unsettling presence. But in three successive decades, the writer...
Sean Price, RIP: In Praise Of The Brokest Rapper You Know
If Sean Price’s rap career had ended in 1996—if his only contribution to the genre was that year’s ingenious Nocturnal, the debut album from his duo Heltah Skeltah—he would still be worthy of the respect, admiration, and mourning that has poured forth since the announcement of his sudden death this ...
We'll All Go Down Together: Billy Joel Says Goodbye To Nassau Coliseum
It’s a little after six on a sultry Tuesday evening, and the Champions sports bar nestled inside the Long Island Marriott is packed with an unusual crowd. The walls are lined with memorabilia from the New York Islanders, who up until a few days ago called the crumbling Nassau Coliseum next door home...
Adios, Sucker: A Conservative Bids A Mostly Fond Adieu To Jon Stewart
Jon Stewart’s last episode of The Daily Show is tonight, and everyone promises to miss him, even if, like me, they stopped watching him religiously years ago. It wasn’t too long after he made his mawkish 2004 plea to Tucker Carlson and Paul Begala to “stop hurting America”—and, as a result, became t...
How To Move Across the Country, One Step At A Time
Last winter, after waffling between leaving or staying in Brooklyn for close to four years, I finally bit the bullet. I decamped to Seattle. I used to think I couldn’t live without an egg & cheese from the bodega, McGolrick Park, or Pete’s Candy Store (where there’s no candy, but plenty of liquor). ...