Time for your weekly edition of the Deadspin Funbag. Got something on your mind? Email the Funbag. Today, we’re covering raw chicken, ham, in-laws, Christmas, and more.
It’s that time of year. Time to visit those weird, faraway relatives in weird, faraway places, where the Target and the Costco and the Whole Foods are all switched around. It’s time to roll down hundreds of miles of dear old Ike’s eight-lane American dream, leaving one suburban hellscape for another. It’s time for the…
The strangest person you can possibly encounter at a whiskey convention is someone who doesn’t like whiskey very much. Anecdotally speaking, it is also unusual to be a woman or black—the attendees of the Nashville Whiskey Festival, which I attended a couple weeks ago, made me worried that I’d wandered into a Ben Folds…
Last month, I solicited your best road-trip stories, and got a ton of excellent ones; starting today, I'll be burning off a new batch of them regularly. But in the interest of fairness, I figured I'd start by offering up another of my own.
Hey, young people: What are your plans for the summer? Flying down to the beach with your buddies? Planning on taking your girlfriend to Napa for a week? Gonna stay around the house, throw a few bitchin' parties, maybe get arrested here and there? Working hard and saving toward your future?
Adam Goldstein will see more football this season—as many as 39 NFL games, in every pro stadium—than most people will see in their entire lives. That's ... impressive? I guess.