Week of April 29, 2016

Posted 13 minutes before NFL Draft…this is how you lose millions of dollars.

Black Man Discovers Hockey; Mad That White People Have Been Hiding It

This is one of the funnier articles I’ve read in a while. Thank you to loyal reader Ryan West for alerting me to it. Twitter user @soloucity aka Tony X. was attempting to watch the St. Louis Cardinals game the other night. But when he tuned in to Fox Sports Midwest, he found the St. Louis Blues, in a Game 7 against the Chicago Blackhawks. Tony X is black, and had apparently never seen hockey before. But he loooooooved it, and live tweeted his experience:

I especially love when he accuses white people hiding it all these years:

Or when he found out there are black professional hockey players:

The Blues won, and hockey won Tony X over. He promises to live tweet the next round. I can’t wait. -TOB

Source: Man Discovers Hockey, Loves It”, Samer Kalaf, Deadspin (04/26/2016)

PAL: Good find, TOB. His reaction to the goalie being pulled is my favorite. And – hey – anything’s better than watching the Cardinals.

John Daly Lives!

John Daly is a trainwreck, and has been for quite some time, but it looks like his reckless ways might be paying off. In a rather morbid tidbit, it sounds like golfer/Blue Blockers spokesperson Fuzzy Zoeller, whose judgement has never been the best, bet Daly 150K that he wouldn’t make it to 50 years old. Well, Daly just turned 50 this Thursday. Who’s got Fuzzy’s number? Rent’s due! – PAL

Source: Report: Daly could collect $150K on bet to reach 50 years of age”, Josh Peter, USA Today (4/27/16)

TOB: Maaaaan, he would have been a great pick in our under-50 celebrity death pool. What an upset!

Boy Wonder

Brad Stevens is older than he looks – he turns 40 later this year, but could pass for about 30. 40 is still young for an NBA head coach, especially one with a resume like Stevens has. In 2010 and 2011, he took Butler, FRIGGIN BUTLER, to the National Championship game in back to back seasons, and damn near won it in 2010. I still feel like that Gordon Hayward shot should have gone in, and I’ll never forget watching it on a crappy TV in a dingy hostel in Buenos Aires with my brother Pat and my friend Ryan.

After that run, Stevens was an obvious rising star in the coaching ranks, and the Boston Celtics snatched him up. Stevens has managed to defy the odds. Unlike other college coaching stars who stumbled in the NBA – guys like Rick Pitino, John Calipari, and Tim Floyd – Stevens is a terrific NBA coach. He has an undermanned Celtics team in the playoffs for the second straight season. Success is great, of course. But what I love about Stevens is that he is the kind of coach that you would want to play for – that you’d want your kids to play for. He is smart, talented, instinctual, willing to listen and learn, and as Rajon Rondo put it: he’s not “an asshole.” Stevens proves you can be a great coach without screaming at your players. Imagine that. Ignore the hyperbole in the article’s title and enjoy. -TOB

Source: Brad Stevens Could Be One of the Greatest Coaches Who Ever Lived”, Jackie McMullan, ESPN.com (04/26/2016)

PAL: [T]he depleted Boston lineup set an NBA record for futility in the shot clock era by scoring just seven points in the first quarter of Game 2 and falling behind in the series 2-0. But some key adjustments from Stevens — among them elevating Jonas Jerebko to the starting lineup in Game 3 and unleashing defensive bulldog Marcus Smart on power forward Paul Millsap in Game 4 — has breathed new life into his fierce band of overachievers.”

I’m sure he’s a great coach, but wouldn’t a real X’s and O’s coach prevent his team from putting up 7 friggin’ points in a quarter of a playoff game? His team lost to Atlanta in this series, and – as Jackie Mac notes – he hasn’t yet won a playoff series. So let’s just pump the brakes a bit, shall we?

However, I do like the no-nonsense, non-a-hole approach. A simple sentence of truth – “that was a bullshit play” – doesn’t need to be done in plain sight with the cameras rolling. You can call someone out without putting him on blast. He also has the respect of coaches and players throughout the league. Seeing as I know next to nothing about basketball, I defer to LeBron and Popovich. Sounds like a straight-shooter with upper management written all over him.

TOB: Last line made me laugh.

That’s Mr. Dad to You

When I heard the Clippers traded for Austin Rivers last year, I thought, ‘It never ends.’ The Clippers coach is Doc Rivers, Austin’s dad, and it sounded so familiar, a move a summer coach makes – the hell with it; it’s my kid, I’m volunteering my time, so you’re damn right he’s hitting third and playing shortstop. It didn’t help that Austin was a borderline NBA player. Turns out, I was wrong:

“He and I don’t know each other like that. We know each other as strictly basketball. A lot of people on the outside don’t understand that because people think we have a relationship like every other father and son. We just don’t. That’s because he’s been gone my whole life, and that’s fine.”

I just…you can have the wealth and recognition. It actually reminds me of our Song of the Week from a couple posts back – Loudon Wainwright’s “Surviving Twin”. The thought of having a strictly professional relationship with my dad sounds like a miserable proposition. – PAL

Source: Doc Rivers stays strong in eye of Clippers’ storm”, Arash Markazi, ESPN (4/28/16)

TOB: It certainly doesn’t make me like Doc Rivers anymore. I guess I just don’t get dads like this. Ok, fine, you travel a lot for work. But if you’re coaching in Boston, move the damn family to Boston. Don’t leave them in Florida, where you see them twice a season. And what about the summer? Why is an NBA coach not around with his kid all summer? Sounds like Doc never wanted to be a father, frankly.

Video of the Week

You’re going to have to click this link, but it’s worth it. Chris Berman is such a dope.

PAL Song of the Week: John Lennon – “Oh Yoko”. Check out all of our picks below. It’s pretty, pretty, pretty…pretty good.

“Well, I generally come in at least 15-minutes late. I use the side door – that way Lumbergh can’t see me. And after that I just sort of space out for an hour…Yeah, I just stare at my desk, but it looks like I’m working.”

– Peter Gibbons

Week of April 22, 2016


A Story That Actually Made Me Feel Bad For Tiger Woods

Long ago, on this very blog, I decided that Tiger Woods no longer deserved the nickname Tiger, and I encouraged our many readers to begin referring to him by his given name: Eldrick. But I’m using Tiger here because Wright Thompson wrote such a great piece on Tiger that I actually feel bad for him.

The nuts and bolts are simple: Tiger Woods was very close to his dad, Earl. Earl was Tiger’s only real friend – both as a kid and as an adult. He was the only person Tiger could really open up to. And then, in 2006, Earl died. To fill the void, Tiger sought comfort by emulating his father, a former Navy SEAL. Tiger began diving deep into advanced military training. It began to consume him. It destroyed his body. And now Tiger, at 40 years old, can barely walk. His golf career is essentially over, and has been for years.

Tiger Gun

But…this article is somehow so much more than that. It’s incredibly well researched. It is insightful, at times poetic. It’s not perfect – more than a couple times I rolled my eyes when it was a little too poetic. But it strikes deep at the universal relationship between a father and a son. And it paints the picture of Tiger Woods, deeply introverted and wildly awkward, as an incredibly talented golfer, who never wanted the immense fame he achieved. Or, at least, had severe buyer’s remorse when he got it. Some of the best passages, shockingly, are direct quotes from Tiger’s friend Michael Jordan, who seems to be reaching out to his troubled friend through this story. MJ sees himself in Tiger, making the connection between Jordan’s retirement to play baseball following his father’s death, and Tiger’s military fascination following his. “It could be his way of playing baseball. Soothing his father’s interest.”

Tiger Dad

Michael sees the end for Tiger, even if Tiger doesn’t quite see it himself. “I don’t know if he’s happy about that or sad about that. I think he’s tired. I think he really wishes he could retire, but he doesn’t know how to do it yet, and I don’t think he wants to leave it where it is right now. If he could win a major and walk away, he would, I think.” Jordan goes on to say that, like many of us, Tiger looks back at the events of his life since a major turning point and wishes he could go back in time and do it over again. Do it differently. For Tiger, that turning point was his father’s death. He’d be a better husband, for one. But, of course, he cannot. And so MJ hopes his friend, who has named his boats Privacy and Solitude, finds true companionship. Happiness. And continues to be, by all accounts, a loving and caring father to his two children. And that is why I feel bad for Tiger Woods. He has made mistakes, but he is human. He’s a son who misses his father. He’s a father who loves his children. And he’s a man who wants to be happy. -TOB

Source: The Secret History of Tiger Woods”, Wright Thompson, ESPN.com (04/21/2016)

PAL: We have two depressing stories about sports legends this week: Wood’s focuses on his search for something real in the wake of his father’s death, and Kobe Bryant’s story outlines his decades-long deconstruction of reality in his pursuit of greatness. Both of these dudes are beginning a part of their lives for which they are woefully unprepared. Tiger seems at least to want to find out how to exist in the now; whereas Kobe seems like he just wants to apply his single-minded approach to building a new fantasy world for himself and only himself.

Kobe’s Basketball Obit: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Obliviousness

While walking Maxine Fischer the other day, I heard Ramona Shelburn interviewed about her freaking novel-length story on Kobe. Sounded interesting. Here’s the final story on the narcissist who alienated everyone on his quest to the be a better version of Michael Jordan. He lost himself somewhere along the way, and he’s been rebuilt by carbon copies of things he finds challenging in a really adolescent way: Jordan, composers, movies, hell, marketing slogans. A childhood obsession rotted away any chance of him having any real unfiltered emotion. Because I have no sense of who he is, and because I really don’t think he has any idea who he is either, I can’t find any reason to care about someone so exceptional. That – and only that – is what makes his life interesting. – PAL

Source: Mamba Out”, Ramona Shelburne, The Undefeated (4/19/16)

TOB: I’m glad Phil’s review of this story was so negative, because I saw the subheadline to this story and just could not bring myself to begin reading: “You’d think after the career Kobe has had, he’d just ride off into the sunset. But really, he’s just getting started. Black Mamba may be out of the NBA, but not the spotlight.” Ugggggh, he’s the worst. Thank you, Phil, for saving me some time.

RIP Prince

I’ve never been a major Prince fan, but I understand why he was an icon. More than that – as I wrote on March 2, 2015 below – I loved that this creature from another planet was as Minnesota as our high school state hockey tournament. Minnesota will always claim Dylan, but I don’t think he would return in kind. That was never the case with Prince, and it’s a real loss that he died so young. A genius by any measure. – PAL

March 2, 2015

Game, Blouses

We all know and love the legendary Prince basketball skit from Chappelle Show. Well, here’s some evidence that Prince (5’2”) was a solid player for real, and he argued about playing time with his coach, too. The team photo alone is worth the click here, folks. A side note: while I love Bob Dylan, Prince is actually the musical icon of Minnesota. The dude still lives there, regularly goes to Timberwolves and Vikings games, and records his music right there in Minnesota. True blue Minnesotan. Got to love it. – PAL

Source: “Prince Was An Afro-Rocking, Coach- Hating Schoolboy Basketball Player”, Billy Haisley, Deadspin (03/03/2015)

TOB: In the wake of Prince’s death, I am left with two lasting memories. When I was a kid, I wasn’t really into Prince’s music. I thought he was a weird, pop star, and I use that term derisively. But then I saw his performance at the George Harrison tribute concert:

Prince absolutely WAILS on the guitar. I love watching Harrison’s kid’s face at around the 1:14 mark. He just destroys everyone. And when he’s done he throws the guitar up in the air and walks off the stage. Amazing. The second was his Super Bowl Halftime performance, in the rain, which is the best halftime show I’ve ever seen, and the only thing remotely close is Paul McCartney.

Bryce Harper: Baseball’s $500M Man?


Bryce Harper is an incredible baseball player. He won the NL MVP last year, in a landslide, at the age of 22. And he’s having an even better start to 2016. This article asks: Has he surpassed Mike Trout as baseball’s best player. That’s a fine question, but I am more interested in this one: How much will Harper’s free agent contract be worth? He’ll be a free agent after next season, and I CANNOT wait to hear the baseball media howl when his contract is announced. Somethings to consider: He’ll only be 25, with likely two to three MVPs under his belt. His Wins Over Replacement (WAR) last year was 9.9, and the going free agent rate is around $6 million per WAR, and going up. Which means, on the open market in 2 years, Bryce Harper would be “worth” $60-65M per season. Now, he’s not getting that much. But $40M? I could see it. The top paid player right now is Clayton Kershaw, at $30M per year, in a deal given out a couple years ago. So let’s say $40M per year. He’ll only be 25 years old. A 12-year deal is reasonable, once a bidding war breaks out – putting Harper’s deal at 12 years, $480 million. And then the x-factor: His agent is Scott Boras. That baby is flying by $500 million. Peoples are going to lose their minds. It’s going to be great.

Source: Has Bryce Harper Surpassed Mike Trout? That’s a Clown Question, Bro”, Neil Payne, FiveThirtyEight (04/21/2016)

PAL: Whatever the amount lands at, it will be meaningless to me. Seriously, what’s the practical difference between $100M and $500M? Also, with all this TV money bloating the salaries, TOB had a great point the other day: Can we just cut ticket prices already?

I Have to do EVERYTHING?

There’s really not much to this, other than  NASCAR legend Dale Earnhardt cleaning his window while hanging out of this window. During a race. While driving. Where you at, Jr?

Also, one negative effect of the internet is that we’ve completely given up on headlines: Look at the title of this story below!  – PAL  

Source: Dale Earnhardt once tried to clean his windshield by sitting out of his window mid-race”, Mark Hinog, SB Nation (04/21/2016)

Motor Cycle


Cycling and cheating have long gone together, but now the cheating has entered what Bill Simmons calls the “Tyson Zone”, meaning that there is literally no story relating to cheating in cycling that I would toss aside as unbelievable. Here’s a story about riders now putting motors on their bikes. The engineering is pretty fascinating, actually, and honestly, can we just make cycling the Amsterdam sport already? Anything goes. Take whatever drugs you want. Affix anything on a bike you want. Add a joust to the handlebars. Let’s get weird with it. – PAL

Source:Tiny Motor Powers a New Threat to Cycling Races”, Ian Austen, The New York Times (04/18/2016)

TOB: You know my take on Performance Enhancing Drugs: Why get upset? Why don’t I want to watch performances enhanced? Should players not be allowed to lift weights, too? Players should take MORE drugs! How exciting is Steph Curry? So exciting. What if he was hitting 50-footers instead of 30-footers? MY GOD. I am excited just thinking about it. But…I gotta draw the line at motors on a bicycle. It is now a motorsport, and I hate motorsports. Although, to be honest, cycling is boring as hell, too. So, fine. Use motors. I’m not watching either way.

Video of the Week

PAL Song of the Week

Song of the Week: Bruce Springsteen – “Waitin’ on a Sunny Day

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Dwayne told me. Chuck told me. Even Rachel told me. I heard about it from everybody. You gotta stop talking about it. It’s like “the Sopranos.” It’s *over*. Find a new show.


Week of April 15, 2016

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Hey! It’s our 100th post, and it’s TOB’s birthday. He thought I forgot. I did not. He’s a good dude, as evidenced in this photo with the boy. Prone to debate.  He thinks his carnitas are pretty damn good. They are.

The House That Thacker Built

This story is one of those that I read and think, “This is why we carve hours out of every week to put this blog together for a relatively small amount of readers.” It has it all. Augusta National Golf Course, which hosts the Masters, is rich as hell. There used to be a neighborhood across the street. But Augusta National bought the entire neighborhood, for over $40 million, all told. And bulldozed them all for a god damn parking lot. Every single house! Except for one – the house owned by Herman and Elizabeth Thacker.


The Thackers built the house nearly 60 years ago. They raised their kids there. Their children, and their grandchildren, and now their great-grandchildren come back for the holidays. They recently celebrated their 60th anniversary there. And ya know what? They like the house, seven-figure payout by the rich pricks at August, be damned. “We really don’t want to go,” Elizabeth Thacker said. And so they haven’t. “Money ain’t everything,” Herman Thacker said, sitting on his deck, surrounded by people returning to their parked cars after a Masters practice round, sipping on some bourbon (ok, I imagined that last part). And in the middle of this stupid parking lot, the Thackers remain. Bless you, Herman and Elizabeth Thacker. -TOB

Source: The House That Augusta National’s Millions Can’t BuySteve Politi, NJ.com (04/06/2016)

Hair Matters


Jaromir Jagr is one of the best players in NHL history. #3 on the all-time score list. At 44(!) he led the Florida Panthers in scoring this year, which is 26 years after his NHL debut. Read that again: his NHL debut was 26 years ago, and he’s still a legit player. All-timer by any measure, but more importantly is how his teams’ successes have been absolutely connected to his hairstyle. In short, when he rocks the flow his teams have won; when he keeps it high and tight his teams haven’t done squat. It’s all about the hair, folks. Always has been. Always will be. Sidenote: odd ESPN doesn’t contribute this to a writer- PAL


Source: Czech his flow: There’s magic in Jaromir Jagr’s mullet”, n/a, ESPN (4/14/16)

TOB: This is incredible: Jagr’s various hairstyles, the weird correlation between his hairstyles and his teams’ performances, and the fact that at 44 years old he led his team in scoring and they made the playoffs. There’s a lesson here, in comparison to Kobe’s fifty field goal attempt, career-ending night this week. Ah, yes. Kobe is still a ballhog.

Seventy Freakin Three.

Seventy three wins over an NBA season just happened, and it is somehow still unfathomable. I’m not sure how the Warriors did what they just did, and I watched a heck of a lot of it. I’ve seen a lot of debate about whether they are better than the 1996 Chicago Bulls, who won 72 games. I dunno. Maybe not, when you break down the matchups. But I do know this: it’s the best offensive team I’ve ever seen, and they are the most fun team I’ve ever seen, too. And that counts for something, as a sports fan. Sports should be fun. And the Warriors, and especially Steph Curry, make me laugh out loud at least once a game because something Steph did was just so preposterous. During the first quarter of win number 73, Steph’s barrage of 3’s even made my wife laugh.

Watch that, from about 00:18 to 00:44…and realize those were three straight possessions. We’ve never seen anything like him before, and so who cares if the 1996 Bulls might be better than this team? Can’t we just enjoy this?

Source: The Desire to be the Best Ever Is What Let the Warriors Achieve It”, Kevin Draper, Deadspin (04/14/2016)

PAL: YES! I am admittedly a fan of rankings. I like to force people to choose one over the others. I don’t care what the order is; I’m more interested in the why. Why Rubber Soul over (The White Album) is far more interesting than what order they actually fall in for someone. But with this one, TOB’s right – who cares? More importantly, no one knows who’s better, and those arguments are for later anyway. For now, crack a beer and watch and laugh.

Dunk Bounty


I’m not a huge basketball dude, but I bet playing on the 80s Celtics teams with Bird, McHale, Chief, DJ, and Walton was a hell of a good time. Case in point, courtesy of Bill Walton’s  exerpt from his book: They had a dunk bounty on Manute Bol. Manute was a 7 feet 7 inches newcomer to the NBA on a terrible Washington Bullets team (can we bring the “Bullets” name back already). The Celtics were in the absolute sweet spot of their run in the 80s. They were so good that they made games within the game (and I’d bet my next paycheck the Warriors of today to the same thing). Well, Bol was a worthy adversary, and the bounty kept rolling over. It got to the point where the game within the game took center stage:

“So one game, after the Manute money pool had grown quite large, Kevin just kept going at Manute regardless of what the game or play called for. Manute was blocking every attempt by Kevin, who remained completely undeterred. Manute might have set a record that night for most shots blocked on an individual opponent in any one game. Later, I came up with a defensive rebound and threw a long outlet pass to Larry, who was all alone at half-court, on the left side. There was nobody between Larry and our goal. But instead of driving in and making an uncontested layup, Larry stops, cradles the ball on his hip with his left arm, and points at Manute, who is still down at his own basket and completely out of the play. Larry is waving frantically for Manute to hurry back on defense so that Larry can go in and try to dunk on him. Manute was clueless to our little game within the game, but he dutifully hustled back, and when Larry came flying in, Manute sent him and the ball back one more time.”

The Chief, Robert Parrish eventually got Bol. Consider it a performance-based incentive. – PAL

Source: The Time Robert Parish Won Thousands By Dunking On Manute Bol”, Bill Walton, Back from the Dead, ℅ Deadspin (4/12/15)

TOB: Loved this one. Reminds me of another great story of the 1986 Celtics: They were so good, and Larry Bird was so bored, that he decided one game to only shoot left-handed. And he scored 47 points. It’s probably apocryphal, but that’s ok. Let us live in ignorant bliss.

No, Seriously: You’re a Weirdo, Jim Nantz. Cut it Out.

You just gotta watch this video. Jim Nantz talks about how every year after the college basketball title game he removes his tie and presents it to a senior on the winning team.

He looks so creepy and sounds so self-important while saying it. And, by the way, he didn’t even end the title game with a dumb pun this year! I was super mad at you for not giving me the ammo I needed to make fun of you. And then you gave me this. Bellisima!

Source: Jim Nantz, a Tremendous Weirdo, Gave His Tie to Ryan ArcidiacanoTom Ley, Deadspin (04/05/2016)

PAL: Language warning…This is so fucking weird.

Video of the Week

PAL Song of the Week: Loudon Wainwright III – “Surviving Twin

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“When people get too chummy with me I like to call them by the wrong name to let them know I don’t care about them.”

-Ron Swanson


Week of April 8, 2016


Sorry, loyal readers. Life moved pretty fast and we missed this week’s post. But we’ll be back. With a vengeance.

Week of April 1, 2016


Life’s a beach, bro.

Chris Bosh Not Letting His Health Concerns Keep Him Down

Chris Bosh is great. I’ve liked him since early in his career, when he openly campaigned for a spot in the All-Star game with a series of videos, the best of which is this one:

How great is that? That man has a future after his basketball career is over! Hopefully, that is later rather than sooner, though, as Bosh has been out for a few weeks, and will miss the rest of the season, with dangerous blood clots in his lungs. Bosh also missed a large portion of last season with the same ailment. But Bosh is not letting his illness get him down. No, sir. Bosh has taken up blogging…about beer. Specifically, pairing beer with food. And it is fantastic. A sample:

“Just be careful if you’re eating and drinking outside. After all, when you’re thirsty and the sun is beating down on you, there’s a good chance you’re going to drink more than one beer. But throwing back porters and hoppy beers—any of those kinds with a higher alcohol content—can come with consequences, so watch out for that.”

You should read the whole thing (it’s not long, Rowe). Chris Bosh is so damn cheery, it will put you in a good mood. I like Chris Bosh. So should you. -TOB

Source: Best Beers for a Barbecue”, Chris Bosh, ChrisBosh.com (03/29/2016)

Jim Nantz is Toast


The horrible story heading is in honor of Jim Nantz’ annual, terrible pun in the closing seconds of the college basketball title game. Why is Jim Nantz toast? Read this horrible story Nantz tells about how he orders toast at breakfast. Nantz likes his toast burnt, which is bad enough. And when it did not come burnt enough to his liking, he would send the toast back. But then he decided that the ten minutes it took for the server to return with appropriately burned toast was costing him 2-full days worth of time per year. So what does he do? He carries around a laminated picture of two pieces of burned toast so that the server can see just how burned he wants it. There’s something so off-putting about that. If someone I knew ever pulled a stunt like that, I would get up and walk out. What a dick. -TOB

Source: My Shot: Jim Nantz”, Jim Nantz, Golf Digest (03/25/2016)

The NFL Sucks: Lawyer-Zing Edition

My god, this is good. As a lawyer, nothing would please me more than to have the opportunity to really zing the NFL. The NFL is such an awful organization. So it was with great pleasure that I followed this story over the last couple weeks. A quick recap: The New York Times published this story, alleging that the NFL’s concussion research was woefully inadequate, as very public concussions were not part of their database, including reports of zero concussions from entire teams (e.g., the Dallas Cowboys). The article likened the NFL’s research to Big Tobacco research in the 80s and 90s. The NFL’s lawyer’s demanded a retraction, arguing ineffectually, that the New York Times article was false. The New York Times’ lawyers responded, letting the NFL know that they ain’t havin it:

The whole response by the New York Times’ lawyers is great, but this is the coup de grace, responding to the NFL’s lawyer’s complaint of being the NFL being compared to Big Tobacco:

“While your earlier letter to The Times called the tobacco industry “perhaps the most odious industry in America history,” you somehow fail to mention in either letter that it was your firm that represented Phillip Morris in that RICO case.”

God damn, that’s the good stuff. -TOB

Source: New York Times responds to NFL’s Demand For Retraction, Unleashes the Burns“, Tom Ley, Deadspin (03/30/2016)

Video of the Week

Why do baseball bats break? Why does the type of wood matter? It’s more complicated than you think. #SCIENCE.

PAL Song of the Week: The Beta Band – “Dry The Rain

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