<![CDATA[Deadspin: myspace]]> http://tags.deadspin.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/deadspin.com.png <![CDATA[Deadspin: myspace]]> http://deadspin.com/tag/myspace http://deadspin.com/tag/myspace <![CDATA[I'd Rather Tweet With The Saints]]> It was only a matter of time before a minor league baseball team whipped up a social networking promotion, and when charged with creating a snappy name for the event, why not go with Twitter-My-Face?

It's pure marketing genius from the independent-league St. Paul Saints, a team partially owned, of course, by Mike Veeck and Bill Murray. The players, coaches and fans will presumably tweet their way to a loss next Thursday. But everyone will have fun! And that's the point of independent league baseball, last time we checked. After all, the Saints are also the bumbling squadron of fun known for their innovative giveaways: a Franken-Coleman doublesided bobbleheading concoction; a Bud Selig tie; rubber dog toys to honor Michael Vick; and, the cream of the crop, a bobblefoot to honor Larry Craig.

Twitter-My-Face, though, is not bobbleheadable, which leads us to this excerpted (and sic'd) press release below:

On July 23, players, coaches, fans and employees will be asked to update their facebook status, post photos and send tweets so that baseball fans around the world will know exactly what is going on at Midway Stadium.

Phew! I thought I might be missing out.

Saints pitching coach Jason Verdugo is expected to tweet during a trip to the mound to speak with one of his pitchers and other players and coaches are expected to tweet from the dugout. Fans will get to see the Saints updated facebook, MySpace and twitter pages during the game displayed on the Saints videoboard. Fans will check out the live status of Saints players. For example, when Saints first baseman Jason Cooper comes to bat, his facebook status may appear on the videoboard stating "Jason Cooper is…at the plate" or "Jason Cooper is…upset at that last strike call."

Jason Cooper is... waiting to get the call-up to a real minor league team, where all he has to do is sign a few autographs during his at-bat.

Popular Saints staff members and ushertainers such as Mudonna, famous massaging nun Sister Ros, beer vendor Trixster and Superfan will let provide a unique perspecitive with updates during the evening.

I am so there, if only to learn the meaning of the euphemism "famous massaging nun." Twitpics are encouraged.

Saints Embrace Social Media With Twitter-My-Face
[St. Paul Saints]

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<![CDATA[Warning: Don't Give Sidney Crosby Money On MySpace]]> Believe it or not, Sidney Crosby's MySpace page does not actually belong to Sidney Crosby! Oh, and if you gave the person who does run that page $500 to help save a park, you're an idiot.

The page sent out a message this week about a poor city park in Minneapolis that had been "burned down" by angry gangs. So if Crosby's many fans could just send about $3,000, the park would be rebuilt or something and in exchange they would all get game-used autographed sticks. Oh, and if instead of writing a check to the Parks Deptaremnt or Crosby you could Western Union the money to "small time professional wrestler" Stephanie Biddlecom that would really be super.

Oh, where to begin. Of course, it's not Sidney. The man has $3,000 in the cushions of his couch. The postage on the sticks would cost more than that. At least the park actually exists, but naturally, there's nothing wrong with it.

The beautiful part is that even after being called out by the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review, Biddlecom continued to insist that it was all true. She says she met Crosby when his cousin began dating her sister and that she speaks to him almost everyday. That is dedication to the role. In fact, I'd say there's at least a 70% chance Biddlecom (pictured above) truly believes Sidney Crosby is her friend. Even Tommy Flanagan wouldn't go that far.

The fake Crosby page was actually debunked months ago by a couple of female hockey fans when they proved that Fake Sid was chatting with them online, while Real Sid was playing in a hockey game on their TVs. Also, those two women are not morons.

Biddlecom—who apparently grapples in Minneapolis gymnasiums under the name "Cerise Keller"—told the paper she's raised $2,250 dollars since Monday, but like everything else in her sad little world, that's probably a lie too. I really hope it is, anyway, because if anyone fell for this dopey plot then humanity is finished.

Crosby not involved in MySpace page about him that seeks $3000 [Pittsburgh Tribune-Review]
Crosby impersonated on MySpace for 'fabricated' fundraiser [Puck Daddy]

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<![CDATA[Charlie Weis Is In Your (Very) Extended Network]]> If you're only going to read one thing today, this is it: Notre Dame football coach Charlie Weis' "MySpace" page. It's gold, Jerry! Gold!

Everything you ever wanted to know about Charlie is here. His zodiac sign is Popcorn; his interests include tight pants, play-calling and Candy Land; his immortal enemies are TD Jesus and shirt buttons; he loves monster ballads ... oh just read it! The entire thing is hilarious.

Fantastic work as usual from the good folks at JoeSportsFan.

Charlie Weis MySpace Profile [JoeSportsFan]

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<![CDATA[Talented, Entertaining, and Dainty... it's Ted Ligety's MySpace]]>
I'll be upfront with you. The entire MySpace craze is lost on me. I don't know why so many people have them, I don't know what they're for, I don't know what they do. But when a gold medal skier posts pictures of himself like that one, I become grateful for MySpace.

Ted Ligety, who is the gold medal winner in the men's alpine combined and also in my "extended network," is a man who likes to have a good time. There's really nothing too embarrassing here, other than his choice of font and background colors, which are giving me a headache. Of course, there isn't much that's going to get him in MENSA, either. Ted does love his exclamation points.

Between Bode, Ted's MySpace, Julia Mancuso's tiara, and Resi Stiegler's pearls, I'm not sure how it happened that snowboarders, and not skiers, got the reputation of being brash, cocky, and irresponsible. Come to think of it, our skiers don't seem to care, our hockey players are whining, and our speedskaters hate each other. The snowboarders are looking positively Belichick-ish by comparison.

Teddy Bear in my Bed [MySpace.com]

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