Phil Mickelson's brilliant and predictably go-for-broke win at the Open Championships is a reminder of what type of golfer and what type of champion he is. That is, a unique and sometimes self-defeating one -- for lack of a less jarring description, something like the Kanye of golf.
Bill Simmons started a beef with Doc Rivers on very vague grounds and out of a very ESPN impulse. It was squashed just a few days later. He's figuring this TV thing out fast.
Bartolo Colon is not one of the more exciting or electric pitchers to watch in baseball. This seems fine to him, honestly. What El Barto is after seems much simpler and more enlightened than that.
The Brooklyn Nets are not a great team, or even a greatly likable team. But for a fan who waited his whole life for a true home team, they're more than enough.
A fleeting moment of happiness in Queens on Opening Day, near the chop shops, amid the swirling on-field garbage and omnipresent Mets-fan anxiety, and in defiance of games two-through-162.