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We're spying on ourselves again. The National Security Agency and our war on the war on the War on Terror turned inward. Even Major League Baseball is issuing subpoenas for the phone records of suspected drug cheats and their dealers.

You can't put a price on glory. Or maybe you can. Owners threaten to move and demand new arenas. In the late age of money, cynicism and American mobility, what does it mean to be the "home" team?

Is pain a means to grace? To clarity? Is it an "instrument for perfecting" ourselves? Where's the line between the instructive and the destructive? What are sports meant to teach?

Some seasonal reading recommendations for that slow ride in the club car from spring training up to Augusta.

Post-"Moneyball" sports have become a blizzard of numbers, and every snowflake or at-bat can be discernible as an individual event, but also blinding in the aggregate. This can be discouraging stuff to press box traditionalists.

On my way to the airport, I think of them flying home in the middle of the night. San Francisco in St. Louis, New York in Detroit, everyone everywhere and back again all at once on their way somewhere else.

Nothing lasts forever in New York City. So, are we at the end of Derek Jeter's run?

Terry Collins has the Mets right where they always seem to be at this point in the season: in contention. Now comes the tricky part.

If it wasn't the best sports day in history it was certainly one of the busiest. From tennis to soccer to baseball to tracks to hockey to basketball to boxing, June 9 had everything but football.

The week in review from death to life, from loss to win, from political metaphors to sports clichés.

It is a rare and happy thing to grow old and great in your craft. Thoughts on Martin Brodeur and Mariano Rivera.

Maybe it's just spring fever, but something strange is happening in sports. Andy Pettitte, Peyton Manning, Jason Kidd and other graybeards are defying the aging process.

It might be hard this week to remember that justice means more than punishment. Justice is the world's return to equilibrium. Justice is fairness. Balance. And part of the point of sports is to see justice done.

Maybe it signifies nothing but the sound and fury of American commerce, but don't discount the collateral damage done when franchises move. Just ask fans of the Dodgers and Jaguars.

What will we remember from that thrill-a-minute sports weekend? How long will Tim Tebow's Sunday, or Albert Pujols' Saturday, stay with us? Sadly, this is the answer: Not long at all.

Across the parking lot from Citi Field in Queens is Willets Point. This is America the beautiful mess after all, in which all things are possible and all things are within reach and all things imaginable can be grasped and had.