A Sportswriter’s Lament

Editor’s Note: Today’s guest writer is Frank Candor, whose book, Tipping is a Sign of Weakness, was just released. This article has been adapted, with his permission, from the unsaved AppleWorks document on his desktop.” Following Sunday’s Super Bowl, I expected to feel relieved. After all, we’d avoided the nightmare of Cam Newton smiling on a

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The Aftermath of Super Bowl 50

It’s been six months since the Denver Broncos won “Super Bowl 50: The L,” as it has become known. Denver did not stop with football supremacy. Their victory led to political upheaval the likes of which the world had never before seen. While it may be too late for me, my generation, or my children,

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Manning Pretends to be Undecided on Retirement

When the confetti rained down following the Denver Broncos’ surprise Super Bowl victory, aging champion Peyton Manning declined to announce a decision on his rumored retirement. “I’ll take some time to reflect. I’ve got a couple priorities first,” Manning said as he hefted a fresh can of gas into his old fishin’ boat, QB1. “I’m

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NFL Quick Snaps, Fun in San Francisco

I just flew back from San Francisco, home of Super Bowl 50. And boy, are my arms tired! (From writing that great joke.) I loved it. As a lifelong fan of the NFL, I was like a kid in a candy store. For two weeks, the city was the capital of the football world.

A Guide to Super Bowl Prop Betting

Gambling is great. It can cut through the daunting numbness of life to allow you to feel again, if just for a moment. But gambling can also be frustrating. What are you supposed to do while you wait around to learn the outcome of your wager? This is where prop bets come in. They allow you

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NFL Quick Snaps, Super Bowl Hype Week

Peyton told Belichick this might be his “last rodeo.” I like the idea of a clown coming in to help Peyton get off of the field. A rodeo is a good metaphor. He’s been a Colt and a Bronco. And his last Super Bowl was over in eight seconds.

Peyton in Purgatory

The subject, bleary-eyed and squinting, rubs at his considerable brow and sits upright. Looking around, he sees nothing but a glinting white. He reaches into his pocket and applies dabs of eye black to his cheeks and monolithic forehead. “Hello,” says a voice, far-off but intimate, powerful yet soothingly gentle. “Howdy,” says Peyton, reflexively turning

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