Hey, who says we can't get together anymore? Even in end times, we're still pulling it off.
I'd rather not have sports without fans, as I shared in this space yesterday. But I'd still rather have sports.
Two very different voices, two very distinct perspectives, one singular view: Games without fans would be awful.
In the Penguins' pantheon, a half-century and a handful of Stanley Cups deep, putting away the Metro's last-place team in March shouldn't rank as all that prominent.
The very first came from the Fair Oaks Personal Care Home. The next, I swear, came from a worker at GetGo. Then a volunteer firefighter. Then a truck driver.
Exactly 25 days from today, at a couple ticks past 8 p.m., Roger Goodell will speak the six most predictable words in professional sports: The Bengals are on the clock.
I don't care what anyone thinks about when sports might restart. Not you. Not me. Definitely not a college football analyst.
Obligatory disclaimer: There are no positives to a pandemic. There can be, however, valuable lessons.
Each Saturday during the ongoing apocalypse, I'll revisit an older column that ran on this site, accompanied by a handful of current observations about it at the bottom.
No one likes learning that they're wrong. I don't like it myself. It's unsettling.
On what would've been opening day, Major League Baseball and the MLB Players Association left themselves an opening toward labor peace through the coronavirus stoppage.
“Whoever wins that Cup is going to feel just the same way about winning it ... whatever day they win it.”
Jameis Winston's available! Now Cam Newton's available, too! Heck, a few days ago, the most celebrated quarterback in NFL history was available!
Voting on the NHL's awards always commences with the conclusion of the regular season, and not a second before. So, hey, how about now?
"Oh, that's firm! I like it!" It was mid-February, first formal workout at Pirate City for the pitchers and catchers. The pitcher was Nick Burdi.
One can't even help without hurting. If that isn't the craziest component yet to this coronavirus calamity, I can't conceive what is.
Think of Eric Ebron as an elaborate, expensive insurance policy. Then think of Vance McDonald -- and James Conner and Stephon Tuitt -- as requiring such policies.
I'll invest this weekend's feature focusing mostly on what's gone OK for this particular small company amid the coronavirus.