<![CDATA[Deadspin: pointless sunday gallery]]> http://tags.deadspin.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/deadspin.com.png <![CDATA[Deadspin: pointless sunday gallery]]> http://deadspin.com/tag/pointlesssundaygallery http://deadspin.com/tag/pointlesssundaygallery <![CDATA[Joakimpalooza Festival Will Be Coming To A City Near You]]> We showed you a couple of photographs of dirty hippie Joakim Noah popping up at last weekend's Lollapalooza festival and it appears that he was friendly to pretty much everyone he came in contact with during the three-day event.







Thanks for your continued support of Deadspin. To round out the Sunday, here's Jane's Addiction doing the song that all the girls you went to college with seem to love just a little too much.

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<![CDATA[Once More To The Pool]]> Summertime, oh summertime, when on Sundays, pointless galleries seem to make some sense. So, voila! Now go do a cannonball.

Edvard Munch's latest muse endeavored into quite an extravaganza Friday — his words, not mine — which hit one of its most surreal moments when Starbury himself jumped into a pool. That was around the middle of the afternoon. When I tuned in later that night, he was back to blabbering, and it was like nothing had changed, even after eight hours. Maybe he should consider politricks.

Speaking of pools, these bad boys will be banned starting in 2010. Not the swimmers or the gold-medal-winning Vitruvian man, but the LZR Racers. Grab them while you can.

Hey, look, it's a photo of my old friend Natalie Gulbis that the golfer Twitpiced (?) from the Evian Masters. The background looks as nice as that PowerPoint said it would. I wonder if there's a pool.

It's really hot here, and I'm baking like a toasted cheeser. Call me a can't-hack-it panty waste, but you can't play baseball.

So what are we gonna do, Squints? Perv a dish?

Oh, Wendy Peffercorn, my darling lover girl. I can't take it no more!

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<![CDATA[Pointless Sunday Gallery: When In Doubt, Lead With Roy Hobbs]]> Barbecue, La-Z-Boys, dessert, good fathers, seminal moments in pop culture and really, really dreadful fathers. It's the Father's Day edition of Pointless Sunday Gallery. Except this time, it has a point. Sort of?

It's probably the most famous father-son catch scene of all time, even if it's impossible for Roy Hobbs to be so otherworldly at baseball and so terribly uncoordinated to have a catch with his son. (Update: Yeah, I managed to mix up the two movies. My bad. In my defense, it's Sunday.)

Speaking of good fathers, we're on a Damir Dokic kick lately. Remember him? He's the father of Jelena Dokic. He claims that hitting her was "for her sake." He also threatened to bomb the Australian embassy in Belgrade. He was once kicked out of the U.S. Open at Flushing Meadow for arguing that a piece of salmon was overpriced at $10, even though he had a food voucher and he didn't have to pay for the food. Sounds like he belongs at Bethpage Black.

Roy Hobbs, as American as apple pie. Damir Dokic, not so much.

Because it's Sunday, it's Father's Day and that usually means it's the U.S. Open and Tiger's wearing red. And he's winning. Which made us think of Earl. OK, this one might be a bit more pointless.

What do you do on Father's Day? You barbecue. And make burgers and hot dogs. I found this great picture of barbecue chicken nachos, but it wasn't big enough, so gooey hamburger it is.

Slothing on the La-Z-Boy: A Father's Day tradition unlike any other.

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<![CDATA[Pointless Sunday Gallery Post: Things Dangled Out of Windows]]> So, hi. It's Sunday. I'm tired. You're tired. Or you're probably outside, sprawled out under a sycamore, drinking lemonade, daydreaming about that pretty fish you caught one time at the big lake, as a young woman paints your toes.

Stanley Cup

But it's times like these when desperate inspiration kicks into overdrive. After flipping through this Stanley Cup celebration gallery. I figured this would be the perfect day to test this out. Send in your own ideas for next week, so we can make Sundays at Deadspin more absurdly enjoyable. Subject: Pointless Sunday Gallery Post.

Kate Moss

Pete Doherty dangled his model ladyfriend/drug buddy Kate Moss out of a window. Is she playing a kazoo? Unlike the Stanley Cup, Kate Moss was not paraded around in the streets after this occurred.

Michael Jackson's Baby

"Blanket" or whatever its name was part of the most famous act of child endangeerment. I believe Michael Jackson is still its father, or was the baby sold to pay off back taxes? I haven't kept up.

Random Turkish Babies

Well, I'm sure this baby was dangled before it was dropped four stories. The cop below caught it in his jacket, apparently.


Random Pieces of Furniture

This is what comes up when you type the word "defenestrate" into Google images. Yay, for Apartment Therapy.

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