Frankie Edgar could have found his way into Saturday night's featherweight title bout. He didn't because he may be too good for his own good.
...and not just because he's already one of the best receivers in the NFL. While Beckham plays a position known for its outspoken players, he's not just another mouthy receiver, and he's talking about football in a way other players mostly don't.
Celta Vigo are a smallish club in Northwest Spain who have played some of La Liga's bravest, prettiest soccer. They are also not long for this world.
As a player and then as a coach, Jack Charlton made a soccer worldview out of discipline and order. Twenty-five years ago, in the 1990 World Cup, he made it pay off. Ireland hasn't forgotten it.
Despite what ESPN brass says, Bill Simmons' former kingdom's future is, at best, cloudy. What does that mean for sports writing on the internet?
Ty Lawson and Boogie Cousins have no shortage of commonalities heading into a tumultuous offseason. That's all the more reason to keep them apart instead of put them together.
Even in the proud canon of direct-to-DVD films in which a Jack Russell terrier somehow wins a pro wrestling title and discovers the value of family, "Russell Madness" stands out.
There's nothing historic about the Oakland Athletics winning at home in front of a diverse crowd. Except when there really, truly is.
Fresh off a Copa America suspension, Neymar is in everyone's bad graces. But is he to blame, or is it just part of the circumstances that shaped him into Pele's rightful heir?
The Knicks will continue to be terrible until someone who works for them realizes that they've stunk since essentially the beginning.