Drew Magary

1 week ago | defector.com | Drew Magary

I found myself holding a baby the other day. It wasn't my baby, because I’m old and snipped. The baby in question belonged to my best friend, Howard. Howard is my age but got married late and having his first child. Howard’s wife, Yesenia, is closer in age to him than to Jordon Hudson, so the arrival of this baby—her first child, as well—was never cleanly assured.

1 week ago | defector.com | Drew Magary

Things are happening in Minnesota. While Rudy Gobert is still busy collecting his 96th rebound against a Lakers team that tried to advance in the NBA playoffs without a frontcourt, the Vikings have used this week as an occasion to unofficially cap off a rebuilding project that they started three years ago:That’s second-year quarterback J.J. McCarthy speaking to the Twin Cities press this week for the first time since fully recovering from the meniscus repair surgery he underwent last year.

2 weeks ago | sfgate.com | Drew Magary

That’s the Bill Belichick that you and I are used to. It’s not the Belichick we love — no such iteration of the man exists — but it’s the one we can easily forget about this time of year, when football is dead asleep. Instead, the old man has decided to curse the eyes of a weary nation with imagery that leaves far too much to the imagination:But Jordon Hudson has quickly become more than just the (*salty sea dog voice*) catch of the day for Belichick.

2 weeks ago | defector.com | Drew Magary

Time for your weekly edition of the Defector Funbag. Got something on your mind? Email the Funbag. And buy Drew’s book, The Night The Lights Went Out, while you’re at it. Today, we're talking about country clubs, fixing your news diet, beard dandruff, and more. Your letters:Carl:Mel Kiper completely lost his shit over Shedeur Sanders sliding in the draft, so much so that I'm genuinely wondering if it was sort of an "emperor has no clothes" moment for BIG DRAFT.

2 weeks ago | sfgate.com | Drew Magary

If you’re a dad like me, you secretly enjoy doing your taxes. You also not so secretly enjoy movies where things blow up real good. That made 2016’s “The Accountant” a primo dad movie, even if it had more holes in its logic than Pete Hegseth issuing a public statement denying that he texted war plans from his executive toilet. This was a dad movie that was entertaining enough, and different enough, for me to forgive its myriad flaws. What’s the deal with this movie?