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One late morning in February 2003, in my old apartment in the Inwood neighborhood of Manhattan, I crawled out of bed, because when you are 27 years old…

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Every summer, my Dad and I used to have one night out a week. On Friday nights, he and I would hop in his truck, drive to the local liquor store’s driv…

My professional and personal life divides up rather neatly between two eras: Before Deadspin, and After Deadspin. I was always an ambitious kid. I lear…

About 15 minutes after I send this newsletter to you, I will drive the two little boys who live in this house to their respective soccer games. The old…

Everybody from my particular generation growing up had that kid who only hung out at your house because you had a better video game system than they di…

I don’t find athletes interesting. This is a dangerous thing for a professional sportswriter to admit, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t true. I’ve …

Last week’s newsletter, the first sent through Substack, seemed to go well. Email me at will.leitch@nymag.com if you’re having any issues. Here are thr…

Howdy! This is the first newsletter sent under Substack. Please email me at will.leitch@nymag.com if anything looks weird. The filmmaker Lars Von Trier…

Basically everything I wrote before, oh, 2004 is completely terrible. I am not claiming what I produce on a daily basis today is genius. But boy was th…