Seattle’s relentless, physical defense left Denver helpless.
Dan Bernstein presents his annual guide for watching the Super Bowl.
It’s not an easy presentation, trying to get fans excited for both change and the lack thereof.
The extra point is football, but not really. More than anything, it’s punctuation. It’s a superfluous activity providing little more than a familiar, habitual marking point in the rhythm of the game, soon to be kicked to the curb.
The wait ended up being worth it, after all.
The Cubs didn’t need to publicly defend their mascot.
NFL doctors need to have their heads examined.
He got out safely, and he’s not looking back. As if anyone would want to.
Delusions of grandeur danced in the back of your mind like so many sugarplum fairies. Admit it.
Derrick Rose needs to grow up, wise up, and seize control of his image and career.
It was over, all of it. Twitter said so.
The Bears are a mere middling football team, making stories.
It’s Alshon, and Jeffery. Not that hard, really.
The Tim Beckman hire was a mistake and everybody has known it since his first press conference.
Nothing like a lethal cocktail of bad and stupid to turn a record into a footnote.
Thirty percent of the Bulls salary-cap space is useless, again.
Hoping the other team fumbles is not a strategy.
All it will take is one order, perhaps from somewhere far north, and John McDonough will have found truth in idiom.
Josh McCown credited the unseen hand of divine power.
A college football player is dead, and not because of an accident.