March 30, 2026.
The Toronto Maple Leafs are in Anaheim to take on the Ducks. The puck drops and so do the gloves of Toronto’s Max Domi and Anaheim’s Radko Gudas. From the very...
A new religion is forming before our very eyes. Only this one doesn’t ask you to believe – it asks you to comply. Its deity is data. Its gospel is probability and, in a world, obsessed with...
When Major League Baseball instituted the pitch clock in 2023, I absolutely hated it.
I saw it as an affront to a great sport. Baseball was timeless – quite literally – and by putting...
There once was a time when I knew exactly what qualified as a sport. It involved speed, violence, and at least one person possessing a wildly-impressive vertical leap. They were sports that implied a lot of personal...
Imagine having to choose between two quarterback prospects. One with textbook mechanics and familiar metrics and another who’s raw, athletic and unconventional. Both have a similar upside but one comes with more inherent risk.
We all know what’s happening. The league knows what’s happening. The teams know what’s happening. The only people pretending not to know are the ones cashing the cheques.
It’s called tanking. Not so much...
Imagine something taken from you – not misplaced, not borrowed, but taken – leaving behind only absence. Years pass. Life goes on, yet the loss never quite heals. Instead, it settles into deep scar tissue.