I’ve looked up to Tommy Craggs for many years. When he snuck into an ESPN meeting for a Deadspin story in 2011, I thought it was the coolest thing anyone had ever done. This is because I’m a wide-eyed dipshit who thinks about journalism way too much. My first week as a student at Northwestern, I told my professor my… Read more

I don’t even know what to say; Craggs has a unique gift for figuring out what people can or should or want to be and guiding them toward being just that while taking it as a given that they’re there already. He did it for me and it changed my career and my life. I’d taken it as a given that we’d be working together as… Read more

I think you’ve done readers a service here. On the one hand, I’m still upset about the original post, the subsequent non-response, and the tone of the resignation letters. On the other, I can also see that Craggs was a respected mentor, coworker, and friend. In trying to reconcile my emotions as a reader with the… Read more

Tommy hates being fussed over. In fairness, he hates practically everything, making him just about the most trollable man alive, but I’ll respect his preferences this once and tell a happier story instead. On Friday night, we had a party to celebrate moving to a new office next week. Tommy had boarded a plane to the…

I’m heartbroken, too. Read more

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Tommy is so smart. He’s much smarter than I am. Every time I’ve known I was going to have to talk to him about something significant I had to stop and think it over in my head a few times. I think he knew that and he probably could have used it against me in some way if ever wanted to. He never did. He never felt like… Read more

To everyone who (most likely didn’t read this beautiful and heartfelt essay on what it means to be a friend and and instead) is eagerly taking advantage of the unsupervised open space below to post your unneeded, unwanted and ultimately entirely impertinent opinions about the post or Gawker in general, I won’t bestow… Read more

One morning, shortly after I had been hired full time, one of our editorial fellows, Dan, sent an email to Tommy and me, explaining that he would be a little bate late getting into work because he’d been mugged the night before, and was still sort of getting himself together. Tommy emailed him back, telling him to… Read more

Thank you. That means a lot. Read more

It sucks to have a good friend lose their job. At this point, I don’t really care why or how, just to say that any friendship you have can go beyond the job, and maybe give you a chance to return the kindness Tommy gave to you. Read more

Well said, Albert. Craggs is so goddamned crazy and angry that I think people who haven’t had the pleasure might not guess that he’s also a fucking sweetheart. His talent is obvious to anyone who can read, but what might be less obvious is that he’s a Real Good Dude. Read more

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Tommy Craggs gave me a second chance. I spent nearly three years writing for a different Gawker site, and I hit a point where I was just done. I couldn’t do it anymore. I was looking elsewhere, and my time at the company was up. I didn’t want to leave though, and in a passing conversation, I told Tommy I felt… Read more

We had terribly loud neighbors BELOW us somehow, who loved to blast their subwoofers at all hours of the night. After trying to talk to them in person (they pretended they didn’t know English) and talking to management (they pretended they dealt with it), we just started having full-scale hockey games with regulation… Read more

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My wife is Jeremy Hermida’s barber. Read more

The first time I hit a homerun in Little League, my mom ran down from the stands and got in line with the rest of my team at home plate to give me a high-five. I was like 11 at the time and mortified, but now I love that story and memory.
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My sister travelled to Australia like 15 years ago, and brought me back a boomerang. I took it to the park to test it out. It was a blustery day, so I figured the wind would aid in its expected flight pattern. I threw it, and instead of coming back to me, it flew straight towards a group of high schoolers and hit one… Read more

I did the run back in 2004 as a 21 year old. I did the beginning of the run and thought I was pretty daring. I ran up to the end of the street and the run turns left. I felt the bulls behind me and could see their horns moving back and forth between the people. I felt like they got pretty close but they probably… Read more