In world soccer, stereotypes of national style serve as crutches for casual observers. The Germans were long considered to be masters of joyless, mechanical soccer, with function not just dominating form, but leaving it for dead. Yet watching them over the last 18 months has been a revelation as they’ve lately, and quietly, broken with their mold. “Classic" Germany is dead, and pleasingly so

It was half past nine on Monday of the Thanksgiving week and Frazil had just finished galloping a mile and a half, something that he had done almost every day of the last year, on the tracks at the 430-acre complex at Belmont Park. The park is like a world unto itself. Birds of different colors and varieties, ranging from the Red-bellied Woodpecker to the Yellow-rumped Warbler swoop over even as grooms and jockeys go about their daily routines.

I am as surprised as anyone that I have become an avid fisherman. As I sit on my couch and write these words, I can look out the window to my left and see a long slice of the Hudson River, as gray and motionless as the cement that spans the distance between it and me. In theory, I suppose I could fish the Hudson, though I also suppose I’d be as likely to catch a box of hypodermic needles as I would a fish worth crowing about. 

Los Angeles is a major city, full of people, wealth, enjoyment, and possibility. In theory, the Chris Paul deal created another large market powerhouse. Except, despite having landed the NBA's point guard supreme, and harboring the league's most scintillating dunk machine, the Clippers are still the Clippers.

"The agony of defeat" is a cliché, but it's also as much a part of why we watch sports as the secondhand thrill of victory. To what extent do watch to see the losers lose, and why?

They weren't the Colts, and they weren't yet the Ravens. But the Baltimore Football Club, originally the Baltimore CFL Colts and eventually the Baltimore Stallions, brought football hope—and a Canadian Football League championship—to Charm City during their brief time in town.

In Brandon Roy, Seattle had the next best thing to its own basketball team: a player who was born and raised in the city, stayed all four years to become an All-American at U-Dub, and played for the next best thing to the Sonics. Now the city can’t even tie its dwindling NBA spirits to him. Like the Sonics, he was here and then he was gone.

Rob Mitchum

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Messrs Mitchum and Lawyerindianchief tour the wide world of sports science and report back with findings from SLEEP (the official publication of the Associated Professional Sleep Societies, LLC) and the hot November issue of Dental Traumatology.

David Roth

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The New York Post reports a lot of things, many of them false, gross, pertaining to lesser Lohans or all of the above. But the recent story about Derek Jeter tipping his hook-ups in Authentic Derek Jeter Memorabilia felt different. 

As the fights go on, it’s easy for me to feel the blows as they land because it’s evident by now that my ribs are bruised, though I’m not sure how badly. I’ve had bruised ribs before and they tend to linger for awhile, like a bad stomach cramp on one side that lasts a week or so; I meditate gloomily on this. Up in the ring, one fighter throws a head kick that seems to fall short, grazing the other’s face with a bit of foot; this second fighter takes a step forward, then cocks his head to an odd angle and half-pirouettes on his way down.