Dennis Rodman running amok at the Vatican and Johnny Manziel sporting a Longhorn? The apocalypse must be near. Actually, it already arrived for Brandon Knight. We review a devilishly fun week.
Cheer up, Kirk Cousins. A little home-state humiliation is better than Katherine Webb's Shakespearean delusions. We chronicle a tragicomic week.
Super Bowl XLV was another spectacular game. That's the good. But Super Bowl Sunday is also about the commercials, the music, and the broadcast team.
Julie Foudy would gladly jump/hang/leap on the Green Bay Packers' bandwagon if it meant she could have her very own cheesehead. And she would even be more excited if it came in an edible version.