Dear Mr. McShay,
I want to like you. I really do. You’ve got great stage presence, and you’re one of the many young people ESPN is pushing on-camera to replace the old guard. I, as a fellow young person, should obviously lap up every bit of your pabulum.
But you can’t stop making mistakes. Continue reading
“There are lots of good stories in the NFL Draft,” Trey Wingo said late in ESPN’s Sunday coverage of the draft’s second day. “But you’d be hard-pressed to find one better than this.”
He spoke, of course, of the U.S. Military Academy’s Caleb Campbell, a defensive back drafted with the 218th pick by the Detroit Lions. Continue reading
…none other than Brett Favre, according to AOL’s GameDaily (found, originally, via Kotaku, and obviously since confirmed by every other media outlet on Earth).
Suffice to say, it sounds like a double-edged sword for Madden gamers. Continue reading
It was brought to my attention that there’s apparently a version of the NBA’s “There Can Only Be One” commercials with Antawn Jamison and Ben Wallace doing the Face/Off pose. Sad? Sure.
But you haven’t seen the other ones. Continue reading
If everyone else is doing it, picking the NBA Playoffs series by series has to be the cool thing to do, right?
Well, I’m partly doing this because of that, but also partly because Bill Simmons used one of his weekly podcasts, this one with his buddy House, to prove, more than ever, that he is a homer. (And dumb.) Continue reading
The Colorado Rockies and San Diego Padres were scheduled to play a two-game series in the middle of this week, thanks to some wonky MLB scheduling.
Thanks to some wonky baseball, they’re currently in, at 3:15 AM EST, what could be the fourth game. I’m live-blogging the GameCast. Continue reading
Filed under Live Blogs, MLB
Much as I, as a non-drinker, lament the relative deadness of Gainesville, a drinking town with a football problem, on non-football days, I must admit that a handful of Saturdays over the year are magical.
This is one of those Saturdays. (Sort of.) Continue reading