Independent League baseball is like the Island of Misfit Ballplayers, full of unheralded prospects and vets desperate for one last shot at the dance.
Lots of balls this week, including Jim Harden's of the Thunder. Which makes us wonder, are his balls as semi-Dan Haggis hairy as his face?
Roy Hodgson looks like an owl and once tried to erase his own face. Perfect for managing the English national team, a job that is not a job.
Mariano Rivera, one of the few players baseball fans can agree upon, ripped up his knee shagging flies during batting practice.
More and more, in magazines and lockers rooms, boxers are being asked to defend their sport against this growing phenomenon.
The battle between the American hockey-stats wonk and the Canadian hardcore music intellectual continues.
Back like a bat out hell, Epicly Later'd kicks off its fifth year of production with Arto Saari. Arto's story has it all, from the skate-fairy tale beginning of his career to his awe-inspiring video parts and near death handrail experiences.
Racist hockey tweets, the Brooklyn Nets, the NFL draft, and more in the column with the biggest balls of them all.
The first round of the NHL playoffs are over and not a damn thing has been settled. Luckily, our hockey oracles are back to pick which team will make it to the next round.
There's no better tangible representation of Jordan's perpetual inability to get with the times than his wretched Bobcats franchise—the worst team in NBA history.
The government killed online poker, forever changing the sport and forcing Douglas Tirola to alter the end of his movie about the "poker boom."
Three days of interviews with neckless general studies majors from Southeast Conference schools makes for pretty excruciating TV. It's only natural for you to wonder why anyone would watch that.
Apparently Chelsea has biggest balls of them all.
As an athlete and human being who everyone pays attention to, Artest is interesting. But as a political magnet for the daddish anger of a certain type of NBA fan, he's excruciating.
There's a saying that goes something like this: What do you usually hear just before somebody dies in the South? "Hey, hold my beer."
In New York City, boxing has gone the way of the Italian mafia, the Times Square porno theater, and the checkered cab.
For this week's serving of balls, we've got NHL playoffs, Wildcat basketball, and Opening Day in baseball.
Here's a conversation I had with someone who doesn't exist that will make you realize you must watch soccer this weekend.
Getting outraged about Bobby Petrino is easy, and kind of fun.
Hoser hardcore punk Jonah Falco and advanced sports statistics nerd Sam Page go head-to-head in a playoff picking battle.
A small sampling of the style of photos that inspired the people at VICE to ask Patrick to make a show out of his blog, Epicly Later'd.
We got the drummer from Fucked Up to square off against a hockey blogger from Nashville.
Tevez is a hard-worn soccer player, who seemingly sleeps in the sun and eats chunks of steel for dinner.
Ozzie Guillen ran his mouth and got in trouble again. He doesn't seem too upset about it.