When Charles Barkley was arrested two months back for DUI, my first reaction was, “Any hopes this guy has of running for governor of Alabama in 2014 are dead.” I stand corrected. In case you missed it, yesterday afternoon Mark Sanford, the governor of South Carolina and a man Rush

One of my favorite all-time stories is about Elvis Grbac (left), Rich Gannon (right) and People Magazine‘s Sexiest Men issue from 1998. It is both outlandish and 100-percent true. Back in the day I knew many People staffers, and they were all cool, fun, intelligent—and woefully ignorant about sports. Every

John Ensign, I am lost. Really, I am. Where will I be without your moral guidance to lead me through the dark days of summer? With your strong commitment to morality, I knew I would never stray. All those hot MILFs at Sesame Place? None for me, thanks to your

Today I received an e-mail from a baseball beat writer who I’ve always liked. He was angry because, in a childish, off-handed way that I now regret, I termed it “pathetic” that he used to go to bars and drink with the players he was covering. He argued—in a very

When, a few weeks ago, I implored a gay baseball player to come out of the closet, I meant that—on his own—someone should step forward. Let me stress that—on his own. Over the past few days, the sports blogs and fan boards have been humming with the “news” that Joey

The immediate aftermath of my Mahopac Library showing. After this break, the llama who ate a Carmel man’s cheese …

Once upon a time, tattoos stood for something. They were rebellious; angry, even. They were worn by bikers and bouncers and tough guys, and they screamed, “Don’t f#$% with me!” Whenever my mother saw someone with a tattoo, she would whisper to me, “I think he’s one of my probationers.”

Last weekend I spoke about my Clemens book at the Mahopac Public Library. Because Mahopac is the town where I was raised, and because people knew I fear an empty room, a crowd of about 50 showed up. It was sort of a fix, since 2/3 of the attendees were

In my Artis Gilmore post from earlier today, I made passing reference to Chuck Fusina, former USFL quarterback of the Philadelphia/Baltimore Stars. A reader, the esteemed Michael Weinreb, happens to be the world’s biggest (and last) Chuck Fusina groupie, and he believes I way underestimate the brilliance that is Chuck.

It was accidentally brought to my attention earlier today that Artis Gilmore, one of the greatest big men in basketball history, isn’t in the Hall of Fame. How is this humanly possible? Admittedly, few people take the Basketball Hall of Fame seriously. It’s just too much of a mishmosh—an obscure