Any old professional athlete can toss in a few hundred thousand dollars and become a partner in a restaurant bearing his name. But for some jocks, that's not enough.
This is an old idea I'm still trying out where I talk about something trivial I just learned about and then act outraged about how nobody told me.
After the first week of the NCAA basketball tournament, only sixteen teams still have a shot at the title. Your bracket is probably in disarray.
When Nuns Meet Sports
by Jason Plautz
Athletes are rarely shy about their religion, whether they're dedicating their MVP award to God or crossing themselves before stepping to the plate.
Winter sports fall into three convenient categories: Hockey, Things That Claim to Not Be Hockey But Aren't Fooling Anyone (bandy, ringette, broomball, etc.) and Things That are Not Hockey.
Your favorite sports team or alma mater's mascot is probably some sort of big cat or bird of prey, and that's fine. Your tattoo is right; the Tigers totally rule.
Some of these not-so-secret admirers could sell their own jerseys in stadium stores. Some should be locked up. (And one is.)
Spectator sports have a singular capacity to bring together disparate groups of people towards the common goal of cheering for a favorite team.
It's no secret that the sports universe in America is pretty sheltered- we've got football, baseball, basketball and a bunch of other miscellaneous ones.