Sports Media Thread

[Brian]

oops, I just put that it the Cubs tv thread. Then I read the article and it says that Sinclair is doing the hiring for the network and have basically hired nobody yet and are historically cheap with their regional networks. Maybe we'll get Da Bum doing pre and post games.

[SouthSideRyan]

oops, I just put that it the Cubs tv thread. Then I read the article and it says that Sinclair is doing the hiring for the network and have basically hired nobody yet and are historically cheap with their regional networks. Maybe we'll get Da Bum doing pre and post games.

 

It should be posted in every thread

[Brian]

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[Sammy Sofa]

Well, damn:

 

https://theconcourse.deadspin.com/the-night-the-lights-went-out-1834298070

 

I remember hosting the Deadspin Awards in New York the night of December 5th and then heading over to a karaoke bar for a staff after-party, where I ate some pizza, drank a beer, sang one song (Tom Petty’s “You Got Lucky,” which would soon prove either fitting or ironic, depending upon your perspective), and that’s it. After that comes a great void. I don’t remember inexplicably collapsing in a hallway, fracturing my skull because I had no way to brace myself for the impact. I don’t remember sitting up after that, my co-workers alarmed at the sight of blood trickling out of the back of my head. I don’t remember puking all over Barry Petchesky’s pants, vomit being one of many fun side effects of your brain exploding, as he held my head upright to keep me from choking on my own barf. I don’t remember Kiran Chitanvis quickly calling 911 to get me help. I don’t remember getting into an ambulance with Victor Jeffreys and riding to an uptown hospital, with Victor begging me for the passcode to my phone so that he could call my wife. He says I made an honest effort to help, but my circuits had already shorted out and I ended up giving him sequences of four digits that had NOTHING to do with the code. Flustered, he asked me for my wife’s phone number outright. Instead, I unwittingly gave him a series of 10 digits unrelated to the number he sought.

 

I don’t remember that. I don’t remember bosswoman Megan Greenwell trailing behind the ambulance in a cab with her husband and staying at the hospital ALL NIGHT to plead with them to give me a closer look (at first, the staff thought I was simply inebriated; my injury had left me incoherent enough to pass as loaded) because she suspected, rightly, that something was very wrong with me. I don’t remember doctors finally determining that I had suffered a subdural hematoma, or a severe brain bleed: A pool of blood had collected in my brain and was pressing against my brain stem. I was then rushed to another hospital for surgery, where doctors removed a piece of my skull, drained the rogue blood, implanted a small galaxy in my brain to make sure my opinions remain suitably vast, put the hunk of skull back in, and also drilled a hole in the TOP of my head to relieve the pressure. They also pried my eyes open and peeled the contact lenses off my eyeballs. They then put me into a medically-induced coma (SO METAL) so that my brain could rest and heal without Awake Drew barging in and horsefeathering everything up.

[Sammy Sofa]

Well, damn:

 

https://theconcourse.deadspin.com/the-night-the-lights-went-out-1834298070

 

I remember hosting the Deadspin Awards in New York the night of December 5th and then heading over to a karaoke bar for a staff after-party, where I ate some pizza, drank a beer, sang one song (Tom Petty’s “You Got Lucky,” which would soon prove either fitting or ironic, depending upon your perspective), and that’s it. After that comes a great void. I don’t remember inexplicably collapsing in a hallway, fracturing my skull because I had no way to brace myself for the impact. I don’t remember sitting up after that, my co-workers alarmed at the sight of blood trickling out of the back of my head. I don’t remember puking all over Barry Petchesky’s pants, vomit being one of many fun side effects of your brain exploding, as he held my head upright to keep me from choking on my own barf. I don’t remember Kiran Chitanvis quickly calling 911 to get me help. I don’t remember getting into an ambulance with Victor Jeffreys and riding to an uptown hospital, with Victor begging me for the passcode to my phone so that he could call my wife. He says I made an honest effort to help, but my circuits had already shorted out and I ended up giving him sequences of four digits that had NOTHING to do with the code. Flustered, he asked me for my wife’s phone number outright. Instead, I unwittingly gave him a series of 10 digits unrelated to the number he sought.

 

I don’t remember that. I don’t remember bosswoman Megan Greenwell trailing behind the ambulance in a cab with her husband and staying at the hospital ALL NIGHT to plead with them to give me a closer look (at first, the staff thought I was simply inebriated; my injury had left me incoherent enough to pass as loaded) because she suspected, rightly, that something was very wrong with me. I don’t remember doctors finally determining that I had suffered a subdural hematoma, or a severe brain bleed: A pool of blood had collected in my brain and was pressing against my brain stem. I was then rushed to another hospital for surgery, where doctors removed a piece of my skull, drained the rogue blood, implanted a small galaxy in my brain to make sure my opinions remain suitably vast, put the hunk of skull back in, and also drilled a hole in the TOP of my head to relieve the pressure. They also pried my eyes open and peeled the contact lenses off my eyeballs. They then put me into a medically-induced coma (SO METAL) so that my brain could rest and heal without Awake Drew barging in and horsefeathering everything up.

[jersey cubs fan]

Well damn:

 

9 minutes apart. How?

[Sammy Sofa]

Whoops; didn't even notice that. Work internet is VERY unreliable today; basically every page I have open just hangs for minutes at a time trying to load.

[squally1313]

Yeah, that was overall entirely terrifying.

[Banedon]

I am a 42-year-old father of three. My entire goal in life is to be left the horsefeathers alone. I don’t wanna do anything. I don’t wanna go anywhere. And I sure as horsefeathers don’t wanna talk to anyone. All I wanna do is sit in my chair.

 

Get outta my head, Magary.

[Chocolate Milk]

Boers and Bernsie reunion show today. Was pretty good. Abattacola called in. I guess he's waiting tables and slinging home security systems for ADP.

[TruffleShuffle]

the ringer employees are trying to unionise and that Barstool choad Dave Portnoy has spent the last two days growing about how he will fire anybody who even contacts a labor lawyer, a threat which blatantly violates labor laws.

 

https://twitter.com/stoolpresidente/status/1161268795278790658?s=21

 

people have pointed out that pretty much every sport that barstool covers is heavily unionised, and have also goofed on portnoy for leaving his wife for a younger woman, then melting down after said younger woman cheated on him with her soulcycle instructor.

[WrigleyField 22]

the ringer employees are trying to unionise and that Barstool choad Dave Portnoy has spent the last two days growing about how he will fire anybody who even contacts a labor lawyer, a threat which blatantly violates labor laws.

 

https://twitter.com/stoolpresidente/status/1161268795278790658?s=21

 

people have pointed out that pretty much every sport that barstool covers is heavily unionised, and have also goofed on portnoy for leaving his wife for a younger woman, then melting down after said younger woman cheated on him with her soulcycle instructor.

Well, they're unionized.

 

[UMFan83]

 

Jeez Brent

[jersey cubs fan]

 

Jeez Brent

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[CyHawk_Cub]

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Back to the oil fields.

[jersey cubs fan]

Bruce

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[Forgotmyoldlogin]

RIP Deadspin (probably) :bye:

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RIP Deadspin (probably) :bye:

 

 

they're all quitting. I think it actually is over.

[WrigleyField 22]

Magary, unsurprisingly, resigned this morning too.

 

Farewell, "Why your team sucks".

[SouthSideRyan]

There's a larger conversation taking place in the journalism thread

[JudasIscariotTheBird]

Magary, unsurprisingly, resigned this morning too.

 

Farewell, "Why your team sucks".

I have a sinking feeling that a yet-to-be-named online publication will publish a "Why your team blows" by "Hue Margarine"

[TruffleShuffle]

Nuclear take alert.