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Have we confused you? We think we've confused ourselves.

E: Of course, any time you mention Deadspin, you have to mention the man who steered that site's weekend and liveblogging responsibilities during its infancy and, who is now doing big things at Yahoo! I mean, there are funny bloggers out there, really funny guys ... but I don't know if you can create a list of the best bloggers and sports blogs and not include MJD. I'm sure plenty of the guys typing out there have sufficient claims to this ... I am positive of it. But I am not positive that you can't include MJD among the best bloggers in the entire world ... if not the universe.

Leaving MJD out of a blog discussion is like leaving Joey Porter out of a discussion about the merits of psychological treatment in our country. You could do it if you wanted to ... but I certainly wouldn't.

R: How about Michael David Smith of FanHouse? I think he is good because he writes a lot about a variety of topics. He writes for a lot of places too. MDS' strength is that he wakes up early, goes to the gym, drinks his coffee and then is good for a long day of blogging. He also types fast.

Although he is prolific and well known, is he the best? I think he might be.

E: OMG!!!!!! I don't see how you could create a list of Bloggers and leave out Awful Announcing?!?. If there is a video about Sports that needs to be captured, he is there with his TV tuner card in a Flash. He is also an intelligent and thorough, if often strangely punctuated, critic of Media and Blogs.........

He loves Gus Johnson and is a fan of Bill Raftery but it's hard to say if he really enjoys too many other people's work ............. besides, of course, Pam Ward. He Loves Pam Ward!!!!!!!!!!!! And Erin Andrews!!!!!!!!!!!

R: Whatever. MDS sucks. Awful Announcing sucks. All these blogs suck. There is only one champion in Blogfrica: Kissing Suzy Fuckin Kolber. We are not the most informative or enlightening, but fuck that shit, we like dick jokes and lots of them. And we're fucking funny. And crazy. Did we mention that we're crazy? WHOOOOO WE ARE FUCKING CRAZY! Yaaaa bettter asssssk somebooddy!

/dick joke
/dick joke
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Attempting to describe the Dionysian indulgence that is Free Darko is not a job for mere mortals; ideally, it would require a blogger with LeBron's sudden world-change, Gilbert's quirk, and Bean Thousand's refined calculation. (BLOGGING IS NOT JAZZ.) Still, forgive me while I stab at the night with this rusty shiv.

 

 

Free Darko is quintessential to any modern fan's appreciation of the loose association we to which we pledge ourselves anew each day. It's not an easy choke; Shoals' ever-changing execution of the site requires the reader to constantly beg for his own forgiveness, and leave himself ready for a forcible self-examination. Conquer these heights, though, and salvation awaits in the form of the most brilliantly self-aware basketball rocks to ever wash clean on this mixed metaphor's shores. Breathe it, or my name isn't monster.

R: That's all well and good, but what about the blog that best covers the important side of sports: the arrests, the viral videos, the WAGS, the cheerleaders, the strippers. Yes, I'm talking about With Leather. Oh cool, there was a hockey game or something on last night. Great. But did you see these NSFW photos of Cristiano Ronaldo's new girlfriend? Or did you hear the one about the high school baseball coach grabbing sophomore girls in the locker room?

I once passed out at a strip club and woke up to five naked strippers tearing at my clothes. Don't call me a hero. It's what happens eight days a week. I'm just that good looking.

E: Seriously, get a load of this:

This can't possibly be true. We know what the "important side of sports" is: high fives. How many times have you high-fived someone today? Have you done so in public? On anything resembling a field? Did you high-five something -- a cat, your couch, yourself -- after typing that sentence? Then you can't possibly mean what you just wrote.
Oh, so that's why we're here. You mean it's to discuss blogs? I was unaware of that. I thought we were just here to blatantly imitate blogs we admire while failing to actually argue their merits. Didn't we abandon all pretense of discussion in favor of this gimmick long ago?Yes. Yes there was. What were we talking about again?

Great.

Not really. Still confused.Yes. Those were great. Not quite as great as, say, the routine brilliance of the people behind Fire Joe Morgan, whose seemingly endless wit and brutal style makes them an engaging read no matter the topic. Not quite as great as discovering at least one of those people also works for a universally loved television show. Not quite as great as the pathetic self-indulgent pleasure of watching David Eckstein grittily, heartily, Ecksteinily throw a baseball to first base with roughly the same velocity as a 12-year-old. Not quite as great as Bill Fremp's chat-masking abilities.

But still: pretty great.Not to burst your bubble there, Casapernicus, but your math is a little off. There aren't actually eight days in a week. That's almost as bad as using batting average to discuss hitting, or wins to discuss to the Cy Young.

E: Well, what a day it's been for blog argument! Who's secretly rooting for The Big Lead here, even though we have no chance? Wait a second -- where are we? Is this Ballhype? The place with the rankings, right? How do we stand, anyway? (Sorry. We don't read other blogs, even though we're a blogger. Did you guys hear the latest about the housing crisis? Here's hoping Moody's bails you out of that mortgage-backed security we're currently pretending to know anything about ...)

Anyway, a reader passed along this photo (we hadn't heard of this Google pictures search; anyone want to enlighten us?) of Kim Kardashian. For our money, she was way more money before she became so money, money. Money.

Tom Brady's new haircut -- story or not?