If the framers of the Constitution were a baseball team, who would they be and what position would they play?
Over sixty years ago right fielder Bobby Thompson crossed home plate and a thousand kids danced with dreams filling their heads that someday they too would swat the high fastball at the Polo Grounds.
As a lifelong swimmer, when I get a whiff of chlorine, I get excited. But when I saw hundreds of kids swimming in every lane at D.C.'s Takoma Aquatic Center on President's Day weekend, I was thrilled.
It ranks third, right behind "Win one for the Gipper" and "Tippecanoe and Tyler too." Mets manager Terry Collins says the message he wants to deliver is, "We're better than people think we are."
I didn't pay much attention to Jeremy Lin until I realized he was getting me laid. Linsanity could very well redefine the Asian-American man as a sexually acknowledged being.
Confidence, long-term belief, discipline, grace in defeat -- all qualities that help us make a good life -- were constructed as my personal foundation directly through my participation in sports.
An elementary schooler got to participate in the biggest sports event in America through Fuel Up to Play 60, a program that uses the star-power of NFL players to get kids excited about exercise.
First off, just who are we expected to be rooting for, anyway? This whole conversation is moot if we don't get the right team, which means OUR team. The Chargers? Are you kidding me? The bolts are dolts. The Jaguars?
Last week, my favorite baseball player of all time passed away. Here's to Gary -- thanks for being a great childhood hero.
While the rest of the modeling world has increasingly celebrated body types that look like a 16-year-old girl's head placed on top of a 13-year-old boy's body, Sports Illustrated has continuously celebrated healthy female bodies.
Dear America, I'm sending you a plea on behalf of all Asian Americans. I know you're caught up in Linsanity just like we are. But we really need this to continue, so it's very important that you let us help you learn how not to ruin it.
The most significant discussion of NFL blackouts in 40 years is taking place right now. It's long past time the rule was eliminated.
It was a near-capacity crowd at the Northern Quest in Spokane for the final night of the Olympic trials in women's boxing. Of the twenty-four fighters, the field had been narrowed to six finalists vying for three spots.
The headline was egregious, offensive and downright racist. But to act as if this gross mistake wasn't coming, to fake shock that anyone could even think of his race, is nearly as bad an offense.
College basketball represents everything that Knicks fans suddenly find so magical about their team, now that Jeremy Lin is at the helm. Unselfish play, great passing, and unending hustle -- college basketball is about hope.
Gary Carter died on February 16, 2012 after a brave bout with brain cancer. His memory will long live on in all of us who love this game and treasure its stories.
When ESPN created an especially stupid and racially charged headline, it only took 36 hours for the fallout to begin. Thanks, in part, to the loud thunderstorm on social media.
With the demise of Tim Wakefield's career comes the death of my own dreams of taking my non-existent baseball skills and latching on somewhere as a crafty knuckleball pitcher.
What better image for all the young fans like me at Shea back then, on the cusp of their adulthood, to carry into middle age for their children: that despite setbacks, sometimes nice guys with heart and perseverance do actually finish first.
