There's nothing wrong with some idle speculation on the NCAA Tournament, especially as March approaches. But a little bit less of ESPN Bracketologist-in-chief Joe Lunardi, and the silly, over-certain pseudoscience he sells, might do us all some good.
We love teams. They become ours. Their fate becomes ever more crucial to our day-to-day well-being as the season—whatever the sport or activity may be—wears on to its inevitable conclusion. Then if “we” were good enough, it's on to the playoffs, and—if we're really blessed—to winning it all. Of course whether we win it all or not it all begins anew after a break of a month or three. The slate's wiped clean and we reinvest ourselves in the hopes of the ultimate outcome once more.
Reggie White only got one chance to make an uplifting, evangelical-flavored film about believing in yourself (and God). Thankfully, it features Pat Morita, Brett Favre, MC Hammer and wrestling's The Big Show. Surprisingly, it's kind of... good?
Kenneth Faried isn't an especially polished or skilled basketball player. But in his unrelenting verve and the way that he makes the most out of chaos, Faried is as good an example of what makes the NBA fun to watch as anyone else in the game.
After 25 Royal Rumbles, you'd assume 10-15 WCW PPVs would be nothing. You'd be wrong. Following Sumo Monster Truck matches, Towers of Dooms and King of the Road contests on the back of flatbeds, things got so crazy we had to be bring in an expert.
Alex Ovechkin and the Washington Capitals seem a lot further from their years of happy near-transendence than they actually are. With both wins and the old joy now scarce, it's worth wondering why a great team and its great player have gotten so dull and so serious, and what got lost in the pursuit of a Stanley Cup win.
What Oscar Pistorius is alleged to have done in South Africa is horrible. But it's only difficult to believe if we believe the stories we're sold so recklessly during events like the Olympics. Turn off the volume, and the story is a lot smaller, and different.
For the last nine years, three friends have made painstakingly crafted, fully comprehensive rap songs dedicated to the NBA All-Star Game and its participants. Is it impolite to ask why and how they keep doing this?