There are plenty of lists out there compiling the year’s best sportswriting—try this one if you’re looking for some good holiday-weekend reading—and that’s as it should be, because there is a lot of great sportswriting out there, possibly more than ever. You won’t find any of it here, though. Instead, we celebrate the worst sportswriting of the year: The purple prose, the writers too clever by half, the overuse of the majestic plural. This is what brought the Deadspin staff the most joy in 2016. Murray Chass, murraychass.com | [object Object] Murray Chass, and/or his grandson, is (are?) definitely not mad online about the Baseball Hall of Fame or ESPN writer/digital dandy Dan Szymborski: My grandson scans the Internet much more than I do. He knows a lot more than I do, espe…