Despite all the yapping, Monday's failure to qualify is not a referendum on US Soccer but it's not totally meaningless, either.
Balls are on the tip of everyone's tongue this week as March Madness widdles down to the final four and Tim Tebow becomes a Jet.
Instead of posting a column last week about SXSW, I thought I'd wait for the dust to settle, and then sneak back in and blow everybody away with my mind-blowing all inclusive coverage.
Technically, he was dead for over an hour. It's the kind of thing that makes your own heart scream through your chest.
This week's bonus episode features all the skate footage we shot for the first year of Epicly Later'd.
There's barely any room left for such an openly bloody, agrarian spectacle in a world that wants to sanitize everything.
There's an old saying, "You can lead a hairless cat to pick March Madness games, but you can't make that hairless cat pick winners," and that saying proved itself true last week.
The most important thing to remember, as Tim Tebow's career makes its official transition into farce, is that it was already, and always, a joke.
Ward was the concussion era's Archie Bunker, the closest we ever came to having a pro-head-trauma advocate.
Suarez has done and said some stupid things in his career, but just like you'd never tell a child that he's a "piece of shit," you wouldn't say it about Suarez with any real certainty.
It's just as dramatic, but much more "real" and three times as drunk.
Everyone is looking for the next Tom Brady, a sixth-round pick who rose from professional obscurity to become the touchdown-throwing, supermodel-impregnating machine he is today.
There are big balls to discuss this week. We look at March Madness upsets, Italians overrunning the NFL, and the Net's shiny new arena.
The hatred between Glasgow's "Old Firm" sides is the most famous in world soccer.
Jose Canseco answered some questions for us while playing poker.
Olive went 11-for-16 in her picks yesterday. Your bracket may be doing better, but that just means you are marginally better at picking games than a hairless cat is.
Like the Knicks' season, it seemed doomed from the start.
March Madness is not the sort of thing that can be reasoned with, or through. You fall into it, like a David Lynch movie, or a conversation, or a bad habit.
Some media outlets enlist entire staffs of college basketball experts and "bracketologists" to pick NCAA tournament games. We hired a hairless cat.
This little bonus feature was filmed in late 2006, before the first Epicly Later'd even aired. The video features Javier Nunez leading Patrick on a tour of Supreme LA, all the while giving us insight into his idea of great customer service.
The only thing worse than Carmelo Anthony in the last week is the new law requiring condoms in porn.
Bob Reilly's reign of old-codger squeamishness is finally coming to an end.
This week in all things concerning sweaty men playing with balls, we look at Yu Darvish, the sexy new redheaded Japanese pitcher for the Rangers.
Spring Training is the recycling plant for a thousand old story lines.