- Rusty-ass meat cleaver
- Wrist rocket
- Getting tased
- That kinda curvy one on the left with the short handle
Did you see the Capitals top the Blackhawks in a thrilling game played outdoors at Washington's Nationals Park? Statistically, you probably did not:
Jennifer Hammond of FOX 2 in Detroit was in the middle of a live report about the atmosphere around Wednesday's Winter Classic when a dude in a Gordie Howe jersey tried to get some camera time. Instead, viewers watched him get acquainted with the cold ground. Red Wings dude endured the pain to enjoy the fame.
This is a pretty nifty bit of hand-eye coordination from James van Riemsdyk at 19:23 of the second period. We head to the third, tied at 1-1.
Two minutes in and we've already had the ice cleared of a shitload of snow. It's gonna be an awesome game.
Grandpa, you will be asked in 2053, tell me again what it was like when they used to play hockey inside.
Ah, the Winter Classic, perhaps the NHL's best innovation of the Bettman era. There's something pure about a game played out in the elements—bundled up, plenty of hot cocoa in reserve, the puck occasionally at the mercy of winds, and perhaps, if you're lucky, a light snowfall to add that magical touch. If you ignore…
The Winter Classic, scheduled to be played at Michigan's Big House between the Red Wings and Maple Leafs, is not going to happen. Once again, everybody loses.
Writes tipster Kenneth Brock, "I was debating on even sending this to y'all. Born and raised in Philly, breathe the city and its sports teams. We get a bad enough rap as is through the national media. Goddamn snowballs at Santa. Wasn't even a twinkle in my parents eye when that bullshit went down. Anyways, I saw…
PHILADELPHIA—These are supposed to be the treasured memories of the NHL's Winter Classic: Star-crossed Brayden Schenn's first career goal. Mike Rupp's mocking Jagr salute after his first score. Henrik Lundqvist stoning a penalty shot for the game. But they're transient memories, already fading.
It wasn't deliberate, and he quickly corrected himself, but we can all still have a laugh at it. [NBC; h/t to Roe H.]
I'd be remiss if I didn't point out this execrable column from Dan Shaughnessy that ran on SI's website earlier this week, and is yet another triumph of idiotic Boston provincialism.
Crosby sat out last night after suffering a concussion from a hit in Wednesday's game. Bad news for the Penguins, but it could be worse news if rumors are true, and he was injured on Sunday, and played with a concussion.
Because no one reads the newspaper, and SportsCenter's anchors are too perky for this early in the morning, Deadspin combs the best of the broadsheets and internets to bring you everything you need to know to start your day.
You got two choices tonight: An outdoor hockey game delayed by rain or what could possibly be a really, really, really bad football game. Or not.
Because no one reads the newspaper, and SportsCenter's anchors are too perky for this early in the morning, Deadspin combs the best of the broadsheets and the blogosphere to bring you everything you need to know to start your day.
Scalpers, by definition, resell tickets at multiples of face value. Boston scalpers, perhaps having failed math, have marked up ostensibly free tickets by some magic factor that turns zero dollars into: lots of money.