Complaints, second-guessing, anger over loss are unmistakeable signs that fans have reengaged with the team.
Tony Kanaan’s action-packed victory is proof enough that officials shouldn’t tinker with how IndyCar finishes its races.
The Indiana Pacers have returned from the depths, but the Indianapolis 500 might never reclaim its glory.
The stakes are lower, but the odds higher, compared with previous mayors who took risks with sports.
An old sports reporter takes a stab at covering a game using social media.
Robin Miller pronounced the idea of a season-ending race on the Speedway’s road course as the dumbest of all the dumb things that have happened over the years. I respectfully disagree.
Seeing Spike Lee in the front row at a recent Knicks game reminded me how exciting it would be to see the old rivalry revived.
As I cradled my new granddaughter, I couldn’t help but wonder—again—just what kind of world we had welcomed her into.
Rick Pitino, Tom Izzo and Mike Krzyzewski would be the making of a pretty good three-fourths of a coaching Mount Rushmore.
Some years stand out as we celebrate the 75th anniversary of the NCAA tournament.
The list of lightning-rod issues is long and, unfortunately, growing.
He has made Indiana basketball nationally relevant again. Yet with that relevance comes responsibility.
Even watching the game from home on ESPN, a casual observer might have thought Bankers Lie Fieldhouse was a neutral court.
I guarantee he’s closely watching the team he assembled and has a trained eye on the 22-year-old.
I’m worried about where the game seems to be heading. Where’s the rhythm and flow?
I don’t begrudge the Speedway asking for help. But will there be additional return on investment?
This is about possession obsession. Mine.
I must admit feeling a little wistful as I watched the run-up to Super Bowl XLVII in New Orleans.
…Of course, you often heard the same refrain during the ’70s, ’80s, ’90s and into the new millennium.
Few things rouse us more than a fall from grace, and the more precipitous, the better. Sports so deliciously delivers grist for our grindstone time and again.