Derek Jeter clocking a home run for his 3,000th hit, every one as a Yankee, Peyton Manning finally getting over the championship hump in his ninth season with Indianapolis—no great championships, retirement speeches, or controversies would exist without o…
Welcome to part two of James and Alex's blog about fucking sports.
Before I saw Fedor Emelianenko fight, I thought mixed martial arts was a debased and debauched distraction for frat boys and thugs. After, my life was completely rearranged. I started filling my time with sparring sessions and endless hours watching UFC f…
The biggest story of the week was the Freeh report, which are the findings written by some dude from the FBI, who did it at the behest of the Penn State board of trustees. The report found that Joe Paterno, the coach with the glasses, had an idea of what
The rapes are not caused by closeted gay men, but the hyper-masculine vibe in the sports world. A coming-out party in sports would likely reduce the amount of sexually repressed athletes who feel the need to hurt women to show off their manhood. Maybe sta…
Most television networks would not take time out of their own broadcasting schedules to air formal-dress jerk-off awards, for obvious reasons. But if the network in question was an all-sports network trying to figure out what to do with a weekday night du…
Here it is, folks, the "Epicly Later'd" series on the man considered to be the greatest street skater of the modern era. Eric Koston is the standard by which all street skaters are judged.
If you write enough speculative bullshit about sports some of it will probably be right.
LeBron James is not your hot ex-girlfriend.
"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.