Something I’ve noticed about sports coverage lately is just how fast it moves. The 24-hour news cycle and the widespread accessibility of information via the Internet and social media outlets have made sports news a constant, stream-of-consciousness flow.
With the conclusion of the third round of March Madness this past weekend, the remaining teams get the next few days to concentrate on surviving the Sweet 16. The losing teams, however, will head back to the drawing board and spend the offseason formulating a plan to go deeper in next year’s tournament, part of which may include the firing of a head coach.
Dear LeBron, Last year I wrote a ghost story about you loosely based on Charles Dickens’s “A Christmas Carol” and somehow passed it off as a column unimaginatively titled “A LeBron James Ghost Story.” I’m not going to recapitulate exactly what it entailed, but just know that the phantasmagoric world that I limned in that column did not present a very flattering image of you, to say the least.
In the classic biopic “Patton,” the titular general describes an ancient Roman tradition. Slaves, George C.
It is 5:30 p.m. Sunday. I’m somehow still exceedingly hungover , and for the last five hours I have been switching channels back and forth between Super Bowl pregame drivel, the Hoos falling apart against Georgia Tech and the Puppy Bowl.
It has begun. Sunday evening, the Baltimore Ravens and San Francisco 49ers will take the field in New Orleans for Super Bowl XLVII, looking to claim king-of-the-gridiron status until September. And with the Super Bowl, naturally, comes a veritable deluge of media coverage. I hail from New Orleans, and when I talked to my parents during the weekend, they told me about how the French Quarter, the city’s most iconic neighborhood, has been overrun not only by tourists and fans in town for the game, but also by the various media outlets covering the contest as well.
Virginia senior point guard Doug Browman stands apart from his teammates. He spoke to me from outside the Cavaliers’ swanky film room — in which Browman’s higher-profile teammates address the media — after Saturday’s 56-36 clobbering of Florida State.
The word “humble” has been casually thrown around during recent NFL playoff press conferences, but because it rarely made sense in context, I compulsively re-checked the definition.
Like astrology, Greek life recruitment or determining the quantity of licks needed to reach the center of a Tootsie Pop, assigning one “defining moment” to an entire game or season is an imprecise art.
Lance Armstrong has reportedly admitted in an interview with Oprah Winfrey that he used performance-enhancing drugs during his career, finally conceding the grand deception that much of the sporting world saw through long ago.
The University of Virginia is a school with a rich tradition of traditions. Some, like Easters, have passed by, whereas others, such as the nomenclature — “Academical Village,” “first years,” “Grounds” — have persisted through the years.
One of the many taboos of “coach-speak” — the bland jargon coaches often employ to shield themselves from revealing too much or speaking too candidly and which Rex Ryan has never quite grasped — is to assume a victor’s disposition after defeat.
Virginia football had a headline about it on the front page of ESPN.com this past weekend, right among the conference championship recaps and BCS bowl announcements.
In the wake of Kansas City Chiefs linebacker Jovan Belcher’s shocking murder-suicide Saturday, a score of reactions have emerged from different perspectives. Some mourn a friend and relative who was dealing with numerous demons and ended his own life too soon.
With all apologies to Tony Bennett and the burgeoning young Virginia men’s basketball team, a scant few will remember Saturday, Dec.
In the midst of a busy sports day, Virginia’s 67-51 win against lowly Green Bay nevertheless holds significance for those looking for it.
It’s been five years now, but it seems like a lifetime since Sean Taylor took the field for the Redskins.
I write about sports for our school paper — and have done so for the last three years — because I am a fan.
Whether or not you identify with Gang Green fans, you have almost certainly heard their signature chant.
In many senses, the Virginia coaching staff’s collective brain fart at the conclusion of the Cavaliers’ 17-14 loss to Virginia Tech precipitated an unjust ending to a hard-fought game and season.
