Maybe an "upset" isn't really a surprise at all. Maybe it's just the failure of a reasonable occurrence to conform to an unreasonable expectation.
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.
From the Australian Open to Patrick Witt, Phil Knight, All-Star Sunday, Sidney Crosby and Tim Thomas: legend-making and revisionism, back-pedaling and product placement and plausible deniability.
The grace and beauty of Roger Federer's topspin forehand is the theme running through the narrative of tennis in this volatile time of the sport's comings, goings and torch-passing.
The Gold Cup? Fail. Wimbledon? Fail. U.S. Open? Fail. How bad has it become for American sports on the international scene? Bad enough that we might need one of those IMF bailouts.
Rafael Nadal, after yet another French Open title, has achieved a grandeur with his game that defies definition. One writer's ruminations on the evolution and artistry of his greatness.
The hope of diamonds and the sweetness of swings in the twilight can still bring us back from the abyss and keep us safe from the deep and the dark. Here's one fan's paean to sports.
A less-than-grand occasion for Serena Williams, the U.S. Open and tennis was the culmination of a weird and angry week.
Jeff MacGregor wants to remind us that when it comes to tennis and freedom, try not to let hype get in the way of perspective.
Federer/Nadal teaches how rivalries -- even the ones we only dream on -- might inspire the best in us all.