It takes a certain kind of temperament to search “LLWS gambling” and “LLWS prop bets” on a casual Saturday afternoon, but (un)fortunately for you, reader, I have that temperament in spades. What I saw shocked me: You know, I don’t ask for much. But when it’s the middle of August and I’m getting killed wagering
Growing up in Maine, I rooted for teams well outside the standard TV coverage map for the area. In the summer, when NESN would broadcast Brian Daubach’s strikeouts as the Red Sox limped to an impotent second-place AL East finish year after year, I’d cut away at the :28 and :58 mark of each hour
Thanks to an essay from former Uber employee Susan Fowler Rigetti, it’s clear that the company—which is run by a 40-year old man-child who has, no joke, referred to the company as “Boober” for its ability to score him mad chicks, bro—isn’t exactly great for women. This “bombshell” came after an optics-blind move to capitalize
“Happy basketball teams are all alike; every unhappy basketball team is unhappy in its own way.” – Anna Karenina, paraphrased With their Game 7 loss Sunday to the Utah Jazz, at home, no less, the Los Angeles Clippers concluded an undeniably unsuccessful postseason. But honestly, the Clippers really have never had a “good” playoffs with
Radio’s alternate reality enables even Browns fans to dream–briefly.
As the NBA kicks off its season, rose-colored glasses are all the rage
In the longest MLB postseason game ever, even Teddy Roosevelt couldn’t save the Nationals from themselves.
The game suffers from the low-risk approach of its stars.
The “Sports Guy” has begun his descent into irrelevance.
“It’s better to be lucky than good” applies to owners, too.
