The opening horns of Beyonce’s “Crazy in Love” blared tinnily from somewhere out of sight. This, I assumed, would be George Maloof’s grand entrance. He appeared on horseback, wearing shorts and a half-buttoned shirt, holding his phone high to broadcast the song. Gavin and Joe cheered.

A fictitious but not entirely unconvincing conjecture on the Knicks War Room, the night of the Carmelo Anthony deal. Starring James Dolan and his awful personality and hat collection.

Considering the hype around Daniel Bryan's ascendancy to the main event, it may feel like the WWE title has always been the biggest thing in wrestling. But, like most things, it took a brilliant performance (and an even more brilliant promo) to establish that winning the belt meant that not only did you beat The Man, but that you are The Man. 

The Pirates have been a favorite this season at The Classical. Hope is in the air in Pittsburgh, and Bucs GM Neal Huntington is as big a part of that as anyone. So why aren't we talking about him more? 

Spain has been the best team in international soccer for several years, and Xavi Hernandez has been the player most important to their success and identity. Yet, after many difficulties in the Confederations Cup and broader changes in club soccer, is it time to phase him out of the team's plans?

A lesson in humility, and the importance of language, and the significance of playing soccer very badly, as learned at a high altitude in a former Soviet republic.

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The search for new and less upsetting ways to say "wants to trade for" and a frank discussion of abusive batting coaches with DJ Khaled. Also lifetime bans for various people, for various reasons, some having to do with orange juice.

The world of competitive chess has been noticed most on the periphery of other eras or stories: the Cold War, the rise of the supermachines, the tax evasion fueled anti-Semitism of a former legend. But if Norway's reigning chess prodigy can become a world champion, we may find ourselves living in the age of Magnus Carlsen. 

The rewards and punishments of following a baseball team are many and infinitely varied. If your team isn't expected to do much and ends up competing, you can celebrate that; if they're expected to win it all but end up barely breaking even, you can bemoan that. But what if everyone predicts they'll be bad and they turn out much, much worse?

Robert Swift was one of the last prep-to-pro big men before the NBA instituted its one-and-done rule. He never became the player he might have become, and was paid a lot of money for a few years of nondescript basketball. And now he's all the way gone.