Sentiment was sure to find Ryne Sandberg eventually, if only by accident, if only as scheduled, if only with the keys to a shiny new, red Corvette. Wrigley Field said...
Press releases I expect to be receiving any day now: In order to head off any further quarterback controversy, the Bears have announced that no longer will there be a...
Once again, Jane Austen had it right. Letters are never worth going through the rain for. Dear Sir: I wonder what you do to prepare yourself to be a sportswriter?...
Appropriately, no trumpets greeted the entry of quarterback Rick Mirer into the Bears' lineup, though groans may sound a little like a brass band if filtered properly, like through clenched...
Here in the crudite section of the Big Ten season, game scores are supposed to be conspicuous, 54 points here, 51 points there, 52 points somewhere else. Yum, yum. When...
As long as there is a Rashaan Salaam, there will be a need to keep the Salaam List of Extensive Whys, or SLEW, acronymically speaking. I volunteer to keep the...
Landmarks are, after all, portable. They moved London Bridge to Arizona, didn't they? The Berlin Wall was sold by the shard. Mike Ditka is in New Orleans. So, DePaul will...
It ended much too badly for Venus Williams, some of it her fault, too. She played poorly in the U.S. Open final, and still that should have been a happy...
Rule, Britcanada. G'day, mate. Someone you've never heard of is going to take the American tennis title away with them, up or over there, wherever Greg Rusedski calls home these...
Tennis without teenage hysteria is inconceivable, like the Cubs with a winning record or Bryan Cox with his mouth shut. It is just the nature of things. Especially women's tennis,...