Ah, the World Baseball Classic. The FIFA World Cup’s strange cousin who trades the English-invented soccer for an American invention with a stick and many strange rules based on the number nine....
Ah, “consumer economics,” my dear friend. No two words elicit such a potent combination of disgust and confusion as this catch-all phrase; one that covers all manner of commercial sins. And what...
You know how Batman has the Bat Signal to project a big light in the sky for when people need him the most? I have my own Bat Signal, except it’s exclusively...
The number of metaphors I could use to describe the 2025-2026 New England Patriots season is, frankly, embarrassing.They are a fleeting moment of Camusian Bonheur, of transient, solitary happiness that cannot be...
“Going chalk” with your predictions isn’t always the worst play. After all, favorites are favored for a reason, and picking them to win can yield solid results. Particularly with single-elimination brackets like...
I’m really good at the “mental breakdown because my team just inexplicably lost” piece. Some might say I’ve perfected it.It’s a simple recipe: a quarter cup of deadpan explanation of the situation,...
When the New England Patriots drafted Drake Maye, I swore I wouldn’t buy a jersey until he won a playoff game.I was so hurt by Mac Jones. The criterion couldn’t be “make...
Remember the great NFL Conspiracy Theory of 2025, in which Tom Brady was helping the Las Vegas Raiders, a team he had recently purchased 5 percent of, cheat by sending along confidential...
