Even in its very earliest days, the site was never about SPORTS. It was about the things that existed between the margins of what was being written about sports. It wasn’t about Tim Duncan’s greatness or whether A-Rod could retire as the best player ever (a real possibility at the time of its founding). It was about Tim Duncan dressing like your fucking dad even when he was 25, and A-Rod being the thirstiest baseball player in history ten years before anyone started using the term thirsty in that manner. It very quickly morphed into something far beyond even that.
If Deadspin had stuck to sports, I’d have stopped reading it two years in, and everyone else would’ve too, and Nick Denton would’ve folded it up a year after that, and no one would even remember it had existed. Instead it lasted for fourteen years, and its sudden departure has left a gaping hole in the internet that will eventually, clumsily be sewn shut, but which will leave a visible scar in perpetuity.
Fucking crazy thing to say about a blog that ranked cereals and photoshopped dicks onto cartoon bears, but … well … there it is.
