It's as true for their games as it is for their spending.
Bill Walton was the best spokesman our conference ever had. Rest in peace, big man.
I was an unapologetic amateur when it came to talking into a microphone, and I wound up learning something that I'm just now beginning to put into my writing.
No one expects to celebrate as much as a Yankee fan expects to celebrate, and I almost envy that. Almost.
Happy Thunder Elimination Day for all those who celebrate, which I do. Every. Single. Year. See you suckers.
George Karl's beef with Nick Wright reminded me of the time a TV reporter was involved in a toy-store scuffle during the Sonics-Bulls series in '96. Seriously. That happened.
I'm just not sure how I feel about the size of endorsement deals being a news peg when it comes to college players like Great Osobor.
Turns out that I learned my way out of throwing an absolute fit about Seattle's continued struggles at the plate. Let me explain.
The marriage proposal went as planned, and my then-girlfriend said she couldn't imagine her life without me. Less than 24 hours later she said she had to think about it.
I was honestly kind of worried that all this work I've done becoming a better person might prevent me from rooting against the Thunder with the appropriate level of passion and determination.
I would have sworn that it was impossible to screw up a baseball uniform. Then, Nike asked me to hold its beer.
Seattle beat Atlanta on Monday night in a manner that Pete Carroll would have absolutely loved.
