After nearly five years of blogging and writing for Gizmodo, Gawker, Deadspin, the Special Projects Desk, almost Fusion, and the Special Projects Desk again, senior reporter Ashley Feinberg is leaving for Wired magazine. Here’s how we will remember her. Rest in peace, Ashley.
Inevitably, in the torrent of obituaries to come, someone will recite a list of Roger Ailes’s personal failings, repugnant views, and malignant actions, but then be sure to credit him with having been a brilliant provocateur or a visionary broadcaster or some shit. “For better or worse,” they will preface it.…
The story of women’s basketball is so incomplete without Pat Summitt, it’s almost not worth telling. Not just the winningest coach in D1 history, Summitt is the modern game, her success mirroring its rise, her ascendancy propelling the sport out of obscurity. And now she’s gone.
Eighty-eight years is a good long time to be on this planet. Thirty-four years is an incredible amount of time to be a professional hockey player. But, then, there’s a reason they called Gordie Howe “Mr. Hockey.”
In a few hours Kobe Bryant’s career will be over. It was very long.
Former Butler player Andrew Smith died earlier this week, and the university honored the man whose front-court foundation helped the Bulldogs make back-to-back Final Four appearances before today’s game against St. John’s at Hinkle Fieldhouse.
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/director/auteur…
Tonight’s WWE Raw opened, as it did just a few weeks ago for Dusty Rhodes, with the full company of superstars lined up to recognize a 10-bell salute to “Rowdy” Roddy Piper—followed by a career montage that touches on pretty much everything you could remember about “Hot Rod.”
WWE gave wrestling legend Dusty Rhodes its most esteemed tribute before the opening of tonight’s Money In The Bank PPV, as the entire company’s roster stood in silence for the traditional ten-bell salute to “The American Dream.”
Extreme athlete and adventurer Dean Potter is dead after a failed attempt at wingsuit flight from Yosemite’s Taft Point. Potter held the speed climbing record for The Nose at El Capitan—one of climbing’s signature routes—three separate times, though his notoriety may stem from his more controversial acts, including a…
Memphis legend B.B. King died last night, and given his importance as a cultural icon to the Blues capital, it was a given the Grizzlies would do some sort of tribute before tonight’s Game 6 against the Warriors. But the occasion didn’t call for the standard moment of silence; instead, the Grizzlies produced a “moment…
There isn’t a chance in hell that Rajon Rondo, who played just 10 minutes during last night’s Game 2 loss to the Rockets, is going to be in Dallas next year. To say as much isn’t so much a prediction as it is a statement of fact. The real question is whether Rajon Rondo will ever again be the star he once was.
Last night was the series finale of Nick Kroll's Comedy Central series, Kroll Show. It was short but sweet—just three seasons of sketch comedy television parody. It took us into the alternate TV Universe of Nick Kroll's weird brand of comedy. It was a cable TV universe that is much like the one that exists in reality,…
Former Blue Jays beat writer Alison Gordon, who in 1979 became the first woman admitted to the BBWAA (her membership card read "Mr. Alison Gordon"), died yesterday in Toronto. She was 72.
MTV is unearthing a bunch of old, obscure interviews with fixtures in New York hip-hop from the late ‘90s and posting them on Genius. First up is one from the Ol’ Dirty Bastard (RIP), where he talks about his kids, his wife, and his struggles with sobriety. It’s very frank and, to be honest, a little bit sad.
Ernie Banks, who starred in the Negro Leagues and in the U.S. military before joining the Chicago Cubs and slugging his way to a Hall of Fame career, died tonight at the age of 83.
This obituary appeared in the Spokesman Review last weekend. Richard A. Butt must have been a very cool guy, because anyone who willingly goes by the name Dick Butt for 93 years can't really be anything else.
Red Klotz went out on a 43-year losing streak. The founder, owner, and longtime coach of the Washington Generals died over the weekend in Margate, N.J. He was 93.
Jim Brosnan, the pitcher whose book about his 1959 season offered an uncommonly candid look at life within baseball, died last month at the age of 84. In 2007, Brosnan was inducted into the Baseball Reliquary's Shrine of the Eternals. Writer John Schulian gave the following speech on Brosnan's behalf.