I recently had coffee with the long snapper for the Carolina Panthers, J.J. Jansen. He was telling me about chapel and how more players attend during losing seasons because they think chapel, or God, will help them win. We started talking about God and prosperity, agreeing that they don’t relate. I call it “Ray Lewis Theology.” You know, quoting Isaiah 54:17 (“No weapon formed against you shall prosper”) after winning the AFC Championship...

I went to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting the other day. And yes, I understand that is kind of an interesting way to start a column. Basically, I have a friend who is getting her Master’s degree in Counseling, and she needed to observe a meeting for class, so I said I’d go with her...

Once again, boxer Robert Guerrero has made me think about some things. I’ll begin this column by saying this: I thought he was going to win last night. I thought he was going to be the first to beat Floyd Mayweather Jr. I thought he was going to make history...

I was trying to sing “Jesus the Nazarene” but instead stood amazed in the presence of my own stupidity. We were at White’s Ferry Road Church of Christ in West Monroe, La., attending church with the Robertson family, the clan of redneck millionaires featured on the hit-program Duck Dynasty on A&E—and that’s when it hit me...

Cigarette smoke sunk into my skin like cologne. I was in a random man’s garage—I think his name was Bob—and I had just met him. Bob had wrinkles in his face like he had been tanning and smoking for decades and an unbuttoned shirt that revealed his skinny, almost sickly, chest and stature. I’ve never met a mass-murderer, but if I ever do, I imagine him looking like Bob...

Joel Parker was on his way back from the slopes. He pounded another beer and chucked the bottle out the sunroof of his Subaru station wagon. He pressed his foot on the accelerator, his friends laughing in the backseat, anxiously peering out the rear-window to see if the bottle struck a brand new car in the dealership parking lot...

New Year’s resolutions fascinate me. Not so much the resolutions themselves, but more so the means to their existence. It hit me one January when I made the mistake of going to the gym. Because of all the fitness-related New Year’s resolutions, the gym was packed and many people didn’t have a clue what they were doing...

Zach Johnson dropped the f-bomb on air the other day, and I liked what came from it. Now, let me explain, before you act like I voted democrat or haven’t read “The Chronicles of Narnia” or didn’t like “Radical” by David Platt (which, I didn’t really, so, sorry, Christian culture). On Nov. 29 at the World Challenge, unabashed Christian and PGA Tour player Zach Johnson, quite possibly the Tim Tebow of golf, cursed on air, then apologized later on Twitter. His slip-up showed his humanity, and his apology showed his aim. I liked it...

Who is Cody Zeller? What’s behind the even-keeled Indiana University freshman who acts the same whether he’s the victim of a bad call or catalyst behind a highlight jam—who would probably show the same seemingly emotionless stare whether he was swimming in a pool of crocodiles or a pool of beautiful women? The answer is simple: A mischievous grin…

Remember when the Bears played the Lions on Monday Night Football a few weeks ago? The third presidential debate was that night, too, and there was a great divide across the entire nation. No one knew which to watch, and I understand why. After all, what’s more American: democracy or football? It’s a good question. For me, I didn’t have to think twice about what I was going to watch. I wanted to watch the debate. I love political season. To me, it has every aspect of sports but magnified...

Remember when the Bears played the Lions on Monday Night Football a few weeks ago? The third presidential debate was that night, too, and there was a great divide across the entire nation. No one knew which to watch, and I understand why. After all, what’s more American: democracy or football? It’s a good question...

In a moment of defeat, Bucky Badger put his hands on his knees and started dry heaving. It was New Years Day, 2006. Troy Maragos, brother of current Seattle Seahawks safety Chris Maragos, woke up that morning more excited than ever to start a new year. That’s because Maragos was Bucky Badger, one of the most iconic mascots in the Big Ten and all of college football...

I was walking around my apartment on deadline the other night thinking about this column—thinking about what the Hektor of Troy I was going to write about. I knew it was going in our fantasy football issue, but I’m not a fantasy football guy. I’m just not. I want to be. I want to be like my colleague, Sports Yapp podcast host Bryce Johnson, who has a ring sitting on his desk with “Bryce” carved into the band for his 2010 Fantasy Football Championship. (Trust me, I know it’s there; he’s showed it to me seven times...)

Paul Felix sees a different side of things. His daughter Allyson Felix, for example, won three track and field gold medals at the London 2012 Olympic games, the most any female track athlete has earned since 1988. But her most impressive feat, he believes, wasn’t her 200-meter victory, a race where she had disappointedly taken silver four years before in Beijing and eight years before in Athens…or her 4x100-meter relay gold…or her 4x400-meter relay gold...

David Testo opened the box. The box was 15 years old, and inside was a person he had long forgotten. Not an actual body, you know, just metaphorically speaking...
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