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These must be trying times for sports enthusiasts.
If something notable had occurred in the sports world over the weekend, I probably would have used this space to wax inexorable on the first players ever involved in a benches-clearing brawl at the NB
This week marked the opening of the NFL’s post-lockout franchise tag window. If that sentence all but made you plotz then let’s face it, you are a diagnosable football fan.
I am going to be honest for a moment, which, given my track record, is almost impossible. When I sat down to write this article, I had absolutely no idea about what I was going to write.
I have never been big on gambling on sports, which is to say that I’ve never been very good at it.
New York. Boston. The Evil Empire. The ‘Roid Sox. Knickerbockers and Chowderheads. The Big Apple and Beantown.
Many years ago — actually it might have been last week — I was given a piece of sage advice from my parents: Two issues you never bring up in the company of strangers are religion and po