I read two exciting things in this month's terrific Esquire, and surprisingly enough they were both penned by mental_floss contributor Doug Cantor.
One of the things I miss about living in NYC is the ability to take the 7 train out to sporting events in Queens. No car, no traffic, no parking woes getting in and out.
We talked last week about alternative fantasy leagues. Over the weekend, my friend Mario and my dad each pointed out ones I missed.
Can you predict celebrity breeding habits? Spot a chin lift?
Tonight is my fantasy football draft.
Last week was an historic one for cricket enthusiasts around the world (I happen to be one of the three, by the way), as we discovered that a team can forfeit a game by sulking.
According to a fasc
Apparently what all the kids are doing now is ghostriding.
I am stunned that no one entered this in our stupid-sports
"An incident involving a player swearing and a coach slapping the player has resulted in reprimands, apologies and a five-second delay for broadcasts of the Little League World
What is in the water in Cincinnati, other than boats driven by allegedy drunk football players?
No matter how you feel about the Iditarod, the annual Alaskan dog-and-driver race that covers more than 1,000 miles, you've got to admire Susan Butcher, arguably its greatest champion.
After great consideration and furrowing of brows, we are proud to announce the winner(s) of our stupid-sports contest.