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.
In sports, as soon as you think you have the answers, new questions arise. The test never stops. Then again, I’m sure you business types will say, “Hey, it’s like that where we reside, too.”
Let the young phenoms find another path to the NBA.
One week before Christmas, I found my spirits lifted and my soul inspired: We are much more about the good and light of this world than we are about the evil and dark.
The score was 107-2. I repeat: 107-2.
It was the flashbulbs. That’s what he remembers. That’s what everyone remembers who witnessed the moment nearly 50 years ago in East Lansing, Mich.
Why would running a major university be more difficult than governing a state?
It has become clear that, in the new world order of big-time intercollegiate athletics, these are the things that really matter: eyeballs.
On this Thanksgiving week, I’d like to again offer gratitude for what our sports world provides, especially in a city where we are so particularly blessed.
At media day, four out of five questions dealt with gridiron mess.
The short-but-sweet treasure features insights, recollections and photos.
On Armstrong, Knight and more.
The day the music dies–and I fervently hope it does not come to that–will be a day our city will be significantly diminished.
Questions for the Colts, the Fever, and more.
You and your fellow owners were complicit as Goodell.
If there are any negatives for Notre Dame in all this, danged if I can find them.
At the risk of alienating all these incredible women—and the one I’ve been sleeping with the last 39 years—I have to admit something.