… a person, or group of people, decided to create this sticker. When asked to comment, Mitt Romney said, “Those aren’t the words I would use, but …”  

I love Vermont 8, Kentucky 2. I love Central Connecticut 10, UConn 3. I love the first few minutes of the opening round of the NCAA Tournament, when teams with seemingly no chance believe they have a chance. It’s the most magical part of the magic. That singular moment, when

The Prudential Center in downtown Newark, N.J. is a spectacular arena. It’s large, it’s lavish, it’s loud. As I sit here, watching the Raptors play the Nets, I can find no real flaws. There’s an enormous scoreboard hanging overhead. The seats seem comfortable. All the nooks and goodies you expect

As I write this I am sitting inside the press room inside Newark, N.J.’s Prudential Center. About 45 minutes ago I sat down with MarShon Books, Nets rookie guard, for a profile I’ve been assigned to write. I pitched Brooks because he has a unique back story; because he’s playing

About 12 years ago I traveled to Goliad, Texas to ride horses with Bum Phillips. I know … I know—you went to Goliad, Texas to ride horses with Bum Phillips? Indeed, I did. And it was friggin’ awesome. Bum is one of the nicest human beings I’ve ever met, and

Twenty years have passed. Twenty years. To be honest, I’m not sure how that’s possible. I mean, it all remains so fresh and real. The smells, the sights, the emotions. I am 19-years old, and my knees are shaking. I am 19-years old, and I believe the University of Delaware

In case you missed it, a few days ago an American soldier marched from home to home in the town of Panjwai, Afghanistan, murdering 16 civilians—nine of them children. Wrote Taimoor Shah and Graham Bowley in the New York Times: “Residents of three villages in the Panjwai district of Kandahar

I’ve known Phil Taylor for a long time. Not all that closely, mind you. We worked together at Sports Illustrated throughout my time at the magazine, but on opposite coasts. Probably, oh, twice a year we’d run into each other at different sporting events or at the magazine’s year-end, fly-the-writers-to-New

So I haven’t had a contest here in quite a while. Today, in honor of Friday, Wayne Chrebet, my bloodied colon and John Oates, I offer this … Name the Florida Marlins new ugly-ass outfield statue. The name can be as many words as possible. One. Ten. Matters not. Post