Sports is not immune to the current fashion known as "The Bucket List." Here's mine. I am always ready to help. St. Andrews: Let me tell you about the Old...
Training camp is the NFL's refrigerator magnet season, a replica of the real thing, but entirely decorative and of limited use. For the Bears it is, as usual, a mixture...
The whipsaw of golf affection now offers Jordan Spieth as the heir to all that Tiger Woods has abandoned. Just a few minutes ago it was Rory McIlroy. Golf is...
The time when a baseball game between the White Sox and Cubs has any importance is all illusion. The annual artificial taffy pull between Chicago's halves — or have-nots, as...
This is the column about how I fixed the baseball All-Star Game. That's an exaggeration. I only fixed the National League starting lineup. And probably not that, but I certainly...
Pete Rose is old news and getting older. Just look at him. He looks like a faded, balled-up old newspaper someone once used to pack away grandma's china. Rose has...
The question of whether the Blackhawks are a dynasty will be answered when the question no longer needs to be asked. Here's what we know. It's close enough for Chicago....
The time it took for us to be reassured that American Pharoah is no Secretariat was longer than it took the horse to win the Belmont, but it was quick....
We always have known that down the way of soccer lies madness, or at least Celsius and the metric system, pretty much the same thing. Relief comes from the reassurance...