After completing his sparkling final round at what would be his first victory at the Open Championship, Phil Mickelson admitted that he had a difficult time explaining how he felt about one of the best performances of his brilliant career.
The name of Joe Paterno is beyond redemption.
That’s what happens when both baseball teams are in the process of being sold for scrap.
Here is what a brutally honest, self-aware coach would really say, if he could.
Tension upstairs at the Berto Center brings back the good old days of Bulls basketball.
Championship get-togethers are a shared delusion.
Feels pretty good, doesn’t it?
Until yesterday, nothing associated with Paula Deen could ever be considered delicious.
The worst possible reason to take a shot is because you think it’s about time you did.
As soon as a well-meant charitable effort is twisted into a Stanley Cup rallying cry, all bets are off.
If there is any grumbling still going on, I can’t hear it.
After more than a year and a half, the only person not still actively involved in the Jerry Sandusky scandal is Jerry Sandusky.
What’s too bad for the Bulls is that somebody in their own division appears closer to calling “next.”
Nobody should have to be thankful for the existence of the Miami Marlins.
Alarm bells are going off, and nobody seems to notice or care.
Hidden in the brush-off Lance Briggs gave the media yesterday is a much larger issue facing a team trying to push one side of the ball into modernity while keeping another rooted in the past.
Four NBA teams remain in the running for the title, and the never-say-die Bulls are not one of them because, well, they died.
I’m still waiting for a single credible argument against widely expanded use of instant replay in baseball to get critical calls right, since the two usually offered are embarrassingly limp.
I don’t like the Bulls team we have seen lately, the one acting like undisciplined, unprofessional idiots while antagonizing officials and whining about calls.
I’ve decided I’m with Hawk Harrelson.