"First Take" is completely indefensible, boorish, brainless, redundant, and drenched in corporate musk. And I watch it every week.
If Steve Nash could spend nearly a decade in the psychotic sun-baked methscape of Phoenix, he surely can do it with a clean conscience in a city that's actually pretty nice.
Fuck, my arm. That has to be what every pitcher thinks, or says to their mom or wife, after a start.
It's a sports roundup, minus the sports Americans care about.
I enjoy penalty kicks because they remind me of death. Allow me to explain.
If it involves a ball, puck, or respected state university covering up a horrible pedophile's transgressions, it's in this post.
Nationalism is fun. It feels good to win. It feels good to be on the side that is kicking ass.
The NBA Draft is here, and with it an opportunity to project upon a host of gangly young giants the irrational aspirations of a nation of basketball fans.
Thank you very much, pink faces of the Hockey Hall of Fame selection committee. I had one chance to enjoy a boring thing, and you wrecked it.
R.A. Dickey has the fastest knuckleball in baseball history and will be ruining the lives of hitters until they're eventually replaced with robots.
Here are the ways to get a horse more juiced up than the starting lineup of the 1970s Oakland Raiders.
The Heat are now the best team in the NBA, but that doesn't mitigate the fact that, even by the usual standards for the NBA's sour and over-determined dynasty aspirants, these guys are kind of dickish.
Will using four mediocre starting pitchers instead of five make the Rockies any good?
An inside look at the personal history of the best, and most guarded, street skater of all time.
We realize this whole thing is all still a bit confusing, so we're here to answer all of your idiotic questions about what exactly went down.
This week God spoke to former NFL player Kevin Ellison and told him to torch his bed with a blunt.
The cruel souring of promise is something my team, the Kansas City Royals, knows all too well.
Stop cutting your hair all stupid, NBA players.
Who will be the champions of The Year the Season Started at Christmas Because the Buttsteak Owner of the Suns Wanted to Prove Some Dim Point About Unions or Whatever?
Let's see if we can make you understand.
The Sport of Kings may not have the bulimic jockeys, juiced horses, or crooked track owners of its heyday, but watching it is still one of the greatest thrills on Earth.
Here's everything important that happened in every sport last week, even the boring ones. If it's not in here, it's unathletic.
Oklahoma is pretty terrible at being a state, but their basketball team is fantastic.
Back in the day, everyone wanted to be like Mike. Who wants to be like LeBron?