The Longtime Indianapolis sports journalist and executive has left the Horizon League to join Pacers Sports & Entertainment as senior vice president of corporate, community and public relations.
The return of No. 18 is almost upon us. Everyone has been looking ahead to Peyton Manning versus the Colts since the schedule was announced in the spring.
Venues mean something. More than bricks and steel and concrete, if done right, they ooze character and provide a sense of special place.
The game could suffer under the weight of its popularity and financial might.
Sitting atop a 1,000-foot hill overlooking the town and offering vistas of 30 miles, the Dye course is a breathtaking emerald gem, the result of both the incredible topography and the mad genius of Indiana’s own Mr. Dye.
The Indiana Pacers have returned from the depths, but the Indianapolis 500 might never reclaim its glory.
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.
Rutgers coach Mike Rice scored almost as much attention as the champion quartet of teams.
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.