If you can’t wait to find out what 2015 will bring—from John Galliano’s Cosby sweaters to Jenny McCarthy getting polio—wait no longer. (Spoilers ahead.)
As President Obama enters his final days in office, a proper assessment of his tenure requires a variety of measurable, non-political categories: golf, offspring, homebrewing, and more.
In the city of Irvine, in the county of Orange, in the state of California during a season of sports, sometimes America reaches maximum volume.
NFL star Randy Moss is now a high school coach. A Vikings fan explains how watching one childhood hero move on with his life helps him say goodbye to another.
How a book, booze, and a guilty hangover brought an admittedly non-athletic man to the starting line, and what happened next.
Nobody stands between one cyclist and her cheese on a vegetable-fueled bike tour through Eastern Europe.
Three near-drownings elucidate the wisdom of a 17th-century guide to swimming safety and technique.
The business and madness of modern sports appear, through subtle augmentation, in classics of American art.
The instinct to applaud boot-strapping and the comeback kid is as American as apple pie. So why does schadenfreude make us feel so good?
Small towns around Europe host goose-pulling days—contests to snap the necks of birds at high speed. In the name of sport and pride, a tradition from the Middle Ages prospers, criticism notwithstanding.
Our Russia hand submits a roll-up of all the corruption, crises, ill-preparedness, highways paved with French luggage, and other #sochiproblems surrounding Putin’s graft-gutted Winter Olympics.
For decades, the NFL has been supported by ads that degrade women. But something changed in 2013—and it’s got everything to do with concussions. Prepare for the battle of mama-friendly beer spots.