June 8, 2009
Wake up Deadspun! aka the first post of the day
Mr. "King Kong ain't got nuttin on me" should probably start thinking about making an upgrade in the wifey department.
June 7, 2009
DUAN! aka the last post of the day
For Cavaliers fans, left devastated in the wake of the Eastern Conference Finals upset against the Orlando Magic, turning to the bottle will surely ease the pain.
The weapon of choice? A LeBomb James, of course.
According to Sports Illustrated's Hot Clicks section, the shot requires:
...a shot of Crown Royal (for King James), some Red Bull and three packs of Splenda. Drop the shot of Crown in the Red Bull, chug it, dump Splenda in your hands, and 'baby powder throw' it into the air like LBJ. It's an instant hit with the bar patrons.
Gator City, a famed University of Florida drinking establishment, swaps Red Bull with Sprite and includes a touch of grenadine in the Crown Royal for coloring.
Hey, Hey LBJ! How many shots did you drink today?
Brett Favre: 1969 - 2008
With word revealing Brett Favre's decision to undergo surgery to repair his partially torn biceps tendon, Packers fans have officially announced the death of their former hero.Dubbed "MOURN4.com," the site informs visitors:
We have a simple dream. A dream where Packer fans across the nation turn black to mourn #4 turning Purple and Gold. Regardless of why it’s happening, it’s just plain wrong. And it makes us very sad.
From armbands to even a car bumper magnet, MOURN4 wants the world to know at least one member of the Packer Nation has some serious beef with Jet, err Brett Favre.
Luckily, the site does offer one redeeming quality: four percent of all proceeds will be donated to help fund breast cancer research.
No word on whether black #4 Snuggies have gone to production yet.
Readers definitely don't get their vitamins
With riveting features such as "Why Your Stadium Sucks" and entire days in which intern Ben Cohen runs the show (a Dukie, nonetheless), Deadspin is nothing more than the Cookie Crisps of complete, balanced journalistic breakfasts.
The gem of the past week? Ripping on stud announcer Jon Miller for his disdain toward blogs.
Instead of offering any semblance of original content, Daulerio and friends have fallen into the comfort zone of raining a hate parade on anything and everything not up to snuff.
Simply put, more than a paragraph or two on ANYTHING would be much appreciated.
Oh where, oh where has my Will Leitch gone? Oh where, oh where could he be?
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