NFL player writes a letter to elected official. Great use of the phrase "lustful cockmonster"
Showing posts with label Deadspin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Deadspin. Show all posts
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Thursday, 23 September 2010
Mike Celizic - HatGuy
Once upon a time I used to read a wonderful blog called firejoemorgan. That blog is the reason I write what you are reading now. They haven't updated that site for years but this glorious day they have returned on Deadspin
Firstly I implore you to click the link and also to read their original blog which should be on your screen somewhere to the right of this post. Secondly a word about a sports journalist that they used to write about.
Mike Celizic, known as HatGuy wrote some absolute rubbish about baseball for a long time, and FJM rightly destroyed him for it. He was recently diagnosed with T-cell lymphoma and sadly today he died. His last blog post was beautifully written and felt to me like a farewell from a warm old friend. A man whose ideas on baseball I couldn't have agreed less with, but a witty and intelligent writer who will leave the world a less interesting and fun place.
Perspective is a wonderful thing. Mike Celizic wrote the kind of stuff I regularly abuse people for on this blog, but as a man he was deserving of nothing but praise. So remember that some crappy sports journalism does not mean I hate the person, just I think what they wrote was garbage.
So raise a hot fudge sundae and say farewell to HatGuy, proof that a person and their work are not the same. Except for Piers Morgan, the twat.
Firstly I implore you to click the link and also to read their original blog which should be on your screen somewhere to the right of this post. Secondly a word about a sports journalist that they used to write about.
Mike Celizic, known as HatGuy wrote some absolute rubbish about baseball for a long time, and FJM rightly destroyed him for it. He was recently diagnosed with T-cell lymphoma and sadly today he died. His last blog post was beautifully written and felt to me like a farewell from a warm old friend. A man whose ideas on baseball I couldn't have agreed less with, but a witty and intelligent writer who will leave the world a less interesting and fun place.
Perspective is a wonderful thing. Mike Celizic wrote the kind of stuff I regularly abuse people for on this blog, but as a man he was deserving of nothing but praise. So remember that some crappy sports journalism does not mean I hate the person, just I think what they wrote was garbage.
So raise a hot fudge sundae and say farewell to HatGuy, proof that a person and their work are not the same. Except for Piers Morgan, the twat.
Thursday, 15 January 2009
The Edge of reason
May I point your attention to this nugget which I picked up via Deadspin. It's an old article but I thought it worth mentioning for one specific moment.
This is the kind of thing that so often gets lost amongst the masses of news stories around North American athletes. I guess that is due to sheer amount of stuff that comes out over there. And certainly very little gets picked up here in the UK of relatively minor stories like this.
Edgerrin James was at this time the running back for the Indianapolis Colts. Basically one of top players on one of the top teams in the NFL.
The way the night owl James saw it, to regain the form that enabled him to lead the NFL in rushing in each of his first two seasons, 1999 and 2000, it was imperative that he work out on his own schedule, peculiar as it might have seemed. So James created Alligator Alley's answer to a 24-hour fitness center. As for his spotters and running partners, he didn't have a lot of options. "At that time of night the crackheads are the only ones awake," James says. "I'd roll down Second Street, find a dude stumbling around and say, 'Yo, come rack my weights.' Other times I'd pay one to run with me." Talk about speed training.
Let us not forget quite how bonkers this is. Imagine that a Premier League footballer came out with this one. We would never hear the end of it.
The killer line, and he actually said this:
"I know it doesn't sound like much but for crackheads, that's two hits and a solid meal."
Not much more to say really. The madness speaks for itself.
This is the kind of thing that so often gets lost amongst the masses of news stories around North American athletes. I guess that is due to sheer amount of stuff that comes out over there. And certainly very little gets picked up here in the UK of relatively minor stories like this.
Edgerrin James was at this time the running back for the Indianapolis Colts. Basically one of top players on one of the top teams in the NFL.
The way the night owl James saw it, to regain the form that enabled him to lead the NFL in rushing in each of his first two seasons, 1999 and 2000, it was imperative that he work out on his own schedule, peculiar as it might have seemed. So James created Alligator Alley's answer to a 24-hour fitness center. As for his spotters and running partners, he didn't have a lot of options. "At that time of night the crackheads are the only ones awake," James says. "I'd roll down Second Street, find a dude stumbling around and say, 'Yo, come rack my weights.' Other times I'd pay one to run with me." Talk about speed training.
Let us not forget quite how bonkers this is. Imagine that a Premier League footballer came out with this one. We would never hear the end of it.
The killer line, and he actually said this:
"I know it doesn't sound like much but for crackheads, that's two hits and a solid meal."
Not much more to say really. The madness speaks for itself.
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