The Clog

Alex Siquig

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Finally, the exploration of the many parallels between the tragic Dallas Mavericks and Federico Fellini's La Dolce Vita that the internet has been waiting for.

Steph Curry has spent a remarkable season racking up numerous accomplishments. Rendering his lame-ass number less lame is certainly one of them.

Raymond Lewis was a legendarily nasty high school scorer and college standout in Los Angeles, and a first round NBA Draft pick. How and why he didn't have the career he should have—and didn't play a single minute in the NBA—is the story of a new documentary about Lewis' life and legend.

The New Yorker did the world a favor by unlocking John McPhee's legendary profile of Bill Bradley, who was then at Princeton and seemingly bound for basketball immortality. There's a reason why this piece, more than most any other piece of basketball writing, has endured.

March Madness is about fandom, and a lot more. Monday is the culmination of all of its parts at work.

Kentucky is known for racehorses and Wildcats. On the eve of the Final Four, they seem more like one another than usual.

Some NBA players just sort of seem onion-y and stank. Fans being fans, this gets talked about. But what about the NBA players who are eerily, spookily odorless? What about them? This blog post is about them. You're welcome.