One year ago, in an otherwise unimportant game, a small drama played out between Alex Rodriguez, Ryan Dempster and baseball's stuffier storytelling instincts. The familiar PED hysteria was there. The difference, this time, was how it made the story so much more interesting.
The Oakland Athletics were baseball's best team through the first half of the season, and recently mortgaged their future to get better. If this seems strange, you've probably read Moneyball. It was a good book, but we'd all do well to forget about it in this case.
The middle of the NBA, and the bottom of the playoff pack, is supposed to be the worst place to be. The Mavericks and Bulls seem not to care much, and have made doomed middle-class striving look downright dignified in the process.
In a league overcome and obsessed with its own importance, Marshawn Lynch is more than just one of the most productive running backs. He's a reminder that, under all that synergy and messaging, football is a game to play.