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There are things that make us Americans, and then there are things that make us American sports fans. You're an American because you want to work hard, live in the suburbs, make enough money to take care of your family and, someday, maybe leave a little something for them when you go.
Christmas in July is the real deal — hypothetically.
Happy Father's Day, guys. Remember, this is YOUR day to own the remote control....
The distribution of news in the modern world is a good thing. Except when it's bad. Sometimes it's exhausting. But it can be pretty entertaining. Usually.
If it's June, it must be time for a soccer column, right?
There are few teams I cheer for, but you can count Wichita-area youth football squads among them. Colts, Bears, Wolverines, Cowboys, Tigers, Bulldogs, St. Francis, Mary Magdalene... I don't care who they are, those are my guys (and girls, if they want to play) every day of the week.
For Eagle high school sports beat writers Joanna Chadwick and Chris Elliott, the past couple months have been one long 3200-meter race.
It's never easy being let go from one's job.
I think at some point most of us have enjoyed a version of this cozy small-talk scenario with our wife/husband/girlfriend/boyfriend:
I am confounded by the Clark family.
Putting on local golf tournaments has never been easier in this Internet/spreadsheet/e-mail world.
What's the value of winning a high school state championship?
The first week of April is the best sports week of the year.
So, we're talking about Cartier Martin.
I figured it was because things have been so busy around here. You know, March Madness, state tournaments, yada-yada-yada.
What's the best part of the NCAA Tournament?
As sports fans, it's nice to have mutual interests. Football, basketball, baseball — we can all find common ground in there somewhere.
Here's what you need to survive not one, but two seasons of junior-college basketball in the Kansas Jayhawk Community College Conference:
This is Royals country.
There's something about curling.
There's a segment of the population, a fairly sizable segment really, that doesn't have the slightest interest in the Winter Olympics.
Dear Arthur,
Who dat.... For years it was pretty simple to ignore the New Orleans Saints fan chant because the Saints were, well... the Saints. But these Saints aren't those Saints anymore. These Saints are really good, and really entertaining, and really could be playing in the Super Bowl in two weeks. This is forcing some of us to come to terms with "who dat."
Every Monday afternoon the Associated Press releases its men's college basketball poll.
For fun, let's pretend like we're Division I football coaches. In that role, we are all also millionaires.
Keep your athletes of the decade. And stories of the decade. And games of the decade. And whatever else ESPN wants to shove down our throats.
It's time to bring Billy Thomas home.
Questions about sports used to be so simple, so civil. Times change, though.
Hate them or love them, you should feel happy for the Northwest Missouri football team.
Thursday's news that Mark Mangino had resigned as Kansas football coach — with presumably a healthy parting gift — made me think of another football coach.
Here in the year Almost-2010, we've come to accept that information is omnipresent. You can find out something you want to know about anything. Sometimes you can't avoid finding out too much about a thing you'd rather not know at all.
Zack Greinke winning the American League Cy Young Award did many things this week.
Bryce Brown did it almost perfectly.
Last Monday's Falcons-Saints game in New Orleans, won 35-27 by the Saints, included the most ferocious scramble for a football that I've seen.
Some time around 10:30 p.m. Friday, The Eagle's sports copy desk let out a collective cheer.
I listen to talk radio for out-of-the ordinary moments. Moments that surprise, moments that amuse, moments that make me think. Moments when Bob Lutz poses questions to the sponsors of the weekly racin' segment on his KFH morning show like these:
In praise of all things holy and sacred about American pop culture, I give you Stylez G. White, defensive end for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.
One of my most vivid memories of being a kid was Oct. 2, 1978.
Even by their own wretched recent standards, this has been a painful season for the Kansas City Royals.
