The Mets postgame was on, an interview with a neophyte pitcher after his successful debut. His name: Jose Fernandez. I thought it was too quick for his baptism. The Marlins were being reckless. But all I knew was his name, the praise for his “wipeout slider.”

Washington's veteran first-baseman is off to a brilliant start, and doing a few things differently. Is this a material adjustment, or a metaphysical one?

Nicky Hayden had no right to be second on the first lap and first on the second; he wasn’t a masterful rider in the wet, he was riding a bike designed for his pint-sized teammate, and he was returning from a foot injury that had kept him away for two races prior. But he made a show of it for us anyway, stayed upright and eventually finished second—his best result of the season.

When Alex Ovechkin and his Capitals left the playoffs early, again, the NHL's narrative machine started pumping out some familiar and very tired takes. The stories are what they are, but why keep telling them?

No player more embodies both the truth and the inherent strangeness of the Three True Outcomes more than Baltimore's biggest-swinging galoot.

Colin Kaepernick is heroic and hated, viable and unemployed, and generally in a place few athletes ever have to inhabit. It's everyone's fault.

When he was at his best, Adrian Peterson made everything we know about football seem up for grabs. It couldn't last forever, but it will endure.

Tony Romo had a great and complicated NFL career. The story that sprung up around him was somehow even more interesting. It makes sense that he's chosen how it ends.

No matter the medication, I certainly didn’t tell my dentist to leave the TV locked on ESPN, nor did I say I was a fan. But there was the match, punctuated by odd guttural noises both within and without the room, and I gripped the chair while the Tooth Grinder™ revved and the racquets swung.

A team of Jewish American baseball players had a great run at the WBC. It was fun while it lasted, but not as simple as it sounds.