Don’t let anyone serve you burgers as unsettlingly floppy as the reheated deli patties very good Deadspin writer Nick Martin and I ate on camera earlier this week. Any respectable Labor Day party will be hosted somewhere with an actual heat source (preferably a charcoal grill; gas grills are largely props for…
Recently I’ve gotten some practice in the art of hanging out with very drunk people while not imbibing anything myself. In the process, I developed two general strategies to make this scenario a little livelier.
Look, anyone could forget about Labor Day. Right? This is what you tell yourself, rocketing homeward from the empty workplace it took you many long minutes to recognize is closed today and why—Oh god, is everybody coming over for a cookout? Did I tell them I'd host Labor Day? Oh god did I promise meat.
After the death of Marvin Miller, we FOIA'ed the FBI file of the former union head. For someone whose spent his life fighting for baseball players to enjoy the free market, the government seemed pretty convinced he was a Commie.
You might hate Boras and the rest of the superagents. But they've worked harder for labor than just about anyone else in baseball.
It's Labor Day. Why not remember Marvin Miller, the union head who dragged baseball into modernity, with this reflection, written one day after his death last fall?
Pork ribs are to Serious Barbecue—which is something distinct from the burgers-and-dogs routine for which your average Suburban Dad-type unfurls his "Kiss The Cook" apron on the odd sunny July weekend—what the four-seam fastball is to pitching.
You're not going to the movies on Labor Day weekend, are you? Hollywood assumes you aren't. Unlike Memorial Day or Independence Day or Christmas or even Martin Luther King Jr. Day, this holiday weekend is perennially stacked with losers, the films that the studios don't want to think about anymore. Labor Day has been…
In a way, it is sort of fitting that World Peace can't remember Memorial Day, but we're guessing this has less to do with Metta being meta and more to do with Metta being Metta. Enjoy it.
Yes, fans, the photo above is the mysterious Gourmet Spud of the brilliant Food Court Lunch. A helpful tipster spotted him in the canned goods aisle at a WalMart near Banff. He was buying 40 cans of Kirkland salmon.
