If not for the COVID-19 pandemic sweeping the nation, this past weekend likely would have featured the most surprising and balanced opening weekend in recent NCAA tournament history.
I’m not going to sit here and sugarcoat it.
The odds of completing a perfect March Madness bracket are one in 2.4 trillion. A person has a better chance of becoming the President of the United States or being crushed to death by a vending machine.
Damian Lillard has never been one to shy away from the spotlight.
Mediocrity has long plagued this basketball team and there does not seem to be a cure.
The promises are empty, but the stadium is emptier.
For us on the outside, the transfer portal seems like this ubiquitous Sorting Hat out of Harry Potter. You throw your name in, and it spits out where you should go.
With February forcing its way into our lives this weekend, it brings with it one of the most momentous occasions in the sport of football. The XFL returns on Feb. 8.
It’s a strange feeling when someone who has already been immortalized dies.
Having an identity as a team in the game of basketball is everything.
NBA Twitter is capable of swaying the lasting perception of players’ legacies decades from now.
After the LSU Tigers defeated Clemson in the College Football Playoff National Championship game, video circulated of what appeared to be a tipsy Odell Beckham Jr. distributing fistfulls of cash to wide receivers Jontre Kirklin and Justin Jefferson, the latter having declared for the NFL draft earlier this week.
Watching the national championship game made me realize a few things.
Well, here we are, folks. The end of another college football season is upon us.
February 3, 2002, is a day that lives in NFL history.
This may come as a surprise to some, but I’m not the sentimental type.
Sheesh, this was a little abrupt.
I still have Ian Cohen’s Alligator Goodbye Column bookmarked on my laptop.
It was January of 2017 in my freshman year at UF when I got the call.
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