The 1977 TV movie Murder At The World Series offers none of the excitement of the World Series, and barely any murder. But it does offer notably more Intense Bruce Boxleitner acting and Houston Astros than any Fall Classic in recent memory.
Bart Oates had a very good 11-year NFL career. The foremost folk-museum/shrine to that career is in a nail salon in a mostly dead South Jersey mall. Naturally.
A look at the disco-soundtracked, Al Michaels-narrated, endearingly batshit highlight video of the not-very-good 1980 San Francisco Giants. Part of an occasional series, hopefully.
The era of the broadcast made-for-TV movie event is probably over. But if it ended with Holly Hunter beating Ron Silver in straight sets in When Billie Beat Bobby, a not-quite-noble genre at least went out in style.
Promise, pride and the wanton destruction of packets of Arby's horsey sauce define the rise of the only college football program never to be investigated by the NCAA.