The “Official Hangout of March Madness” boasts more than 20 sauces and seasonings for fans to dip, dunk, and devour to ease the pain of watching their brackets disintegrate. But fans should be aware that the chicken they’re eating may have also been dunked in feces.
Why did David Rappoccio decide to do Britishized versions of all 32 NFL logos? It's a good question, but perhaps the more important one is how it took so long for someone to undertake this important work.
Jason Whitlock doesn't deserve a Pulitzer, of course. And precisely because there's a modicum of hard truth under all that Whitlockian vanity, goofiness and grandiosity, we all deserve a lot better than Whitlock.
San Francisco 49ers defensive back Chris Culliver has a bigger platform than most goons from which to broadcast off-the-rack no-homo idiocy. Quite aside from the comments he made to Artie Lange on Super Bowl Media Day, there are Culliver's one million Twitter followers. Wait, what?
Sportsflicks is an occasional series that examines justly or unjustly forgotten sports movies. What better place to start than a William Peter Blatty-penned film featuring Arab stereotypes, the Notre Dame Fighting Irish, and Shirley MacLaine?