Perry Jones III could be the next Tracy McGrady. He could also be the next Qyntel Woods. Or, barring all that, he could just be Perry Jones III, a player who can do a lot and has been through a lot, but who is now not nearly yet what he'll someday be.

Last weekend, Formula One racing returned to the United States in, of all places, Austin, Texas. The result was an epic self-satire of plutocratic excess, a boondoggle and, improbably, a pretty decent time.

John Lucas III has a distinguished NBA bloodline, and a body that's pretty much exactly wrong for basketball. He's in the NBA anyway, despite that or because of it, and his struggle both is and isn't about all that, and about us.

To untrained eye, it looks like a game nine-year-olds would dream up one bored summer day. But after watching the action for a few hours, seeing cyclists weave around the court in tight spirals and shovel off no-look passes, it becomes obvious that these are athletes who know exactly what they're doing. They are playing a sport that requires balance, coordination, and endurance. They are playing a sport that they think is poised for dramatic growth. They are playing a sport one veteran calls “perfect for our time and place". They are also playing a sport very few people know exists.

If it seems like JaVale McGee is playing a different type of basketball than everyone else in the NBA, it's because he is. McGee is playing his game, in his own strange way. It doesn't always make sense, but it sure is something to watch.

Jimmy King's Fab Five days were more than half a lifetime ago, but he and his team have stuck around in the collective college basketball memory, and still have some lessons to teach.

It's one thing to watch sports in search of some reflection of ourselves and the world as it exists. It's another and entirely more complicated thing to find it.

Georges St-Pierre has to fight Carlos Condit on Saturday night, even though the fight itself doesn't quite matter. But in fighting his way back from injury, and fighting his way to the match-up against Anderson Silva that everyone wants, St-Pierre is running up against the stubborn fact at the core of his career. That's this: the more the world’s greatest welterweight wins, the more he pisses people off.

Prince's classic album has nine songs. A batting order has nine spots. The rest is not as easy to figure out as you might think.

Andre Miller has been doing his strange, generous, effort-ful thing for a long time, now. It's remarkable because of how good he is at it, but also because he never makes it look easy except for the moments when it should be the hardest.