On Sunday, Mayo will play Dublin in Gaelic football’s All-Ireland final, a contest that will grip the nation (apart from the millions it won’t grip, but that’s another kettle of lectures altogether). When Dublin won the 2011 edition, it was their first in sixteen years, back when divorce was forbidden under the constitution. But Mayo people know what a drought really is. Camels bow their heads in admiration for these poor folk. The team from the Gobi of the west won the last of their three All-Irelands in 1951.

The Sad Bowl. The Browns in, um, transition. Scary moments and metaphors in which you are both the Colts and a failing comedian. Week Three of the NFL season, everybody!

Along with online poker, ESPN's repeated showings of the World Series of Poker were the reason for last decade's Moneymaker Effect-fueled popularity explosion. But, is that coverage the reason for its legal implosion?

An excerpt from Matthew Callan's new novel "Hang A Crooked Number," which is surely the best book about baseball and a secretive spy organization knwn as the Moe Berg Society that a Classical contributor has written so far this year.

Fans pay serious money and deal with the routine indignities of overbearing stadium security to go to NFL games because they love football. But who is it, exactly, that has made NFL games the way they are, and ensured that the experience is dominated by gargantuan, electricity-chugging HD screens? You already know.

For Mets fans, and a great many others, baseball is a waiting game at this point of the season. Not just for next season, but for an opportunity to feel That Baseball Feeling again.

In which our prognosticator gets very nervous about the Seahawks and willingly enters a blacked-out Jets bar. Also the Jaguars play the Raiders this week, and there's the pageantry of the Jeff Fisher versus Mike Smith Stepdad Bowl.

After another U.S. Open in which U.S. men were barely a factor, stateside tennis fans ask a familiar question: where are the great American men's tennis players? The answer remains, 'in the increasingly distant past, mostly.'

While there's still time left in the season, and before the discourse gets too loud, why not escape into the consequence-free embrace of minor league baseball?

With the start of another NFL season, fans have another opportunity to remember and forget what we need to remember and forget to enjoy Roger Goodell's game. We'll do it while we watch, of course.