In my 25 plus years of existence on this planet I have gotten to see my favorite sports team twice. I have been lucky enough to say that. Never in their home town of Boston, but in two different cities with big enough fan bases to create a home field advantage.
According to Hank Steinbrenner though, there is no such thing as the Red Sox Nation. So therefore, when I saw the Sox play in Atlanta and in Baltimore, I did not witness away stadiums turn into a see of red jeering the home team. You’re right Steinbrenner, I guess what I saw was made up by ESPN. The July 4th outing in 2004 at Turner Field was nothing more than a facade, the overwhelming amount of Nomar (pronounced no-mah) Garciaparra jerseys were a mere mirage. Granted, Derek Lowe made the Sox look like nothing more than AA ballclub that night, but you get the point. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Universal order

Just in time for spring break bingeing (and/or purging), The New York Times reveals
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Bullfighting is probably one of the greatest sports in the world. Where else do so many people gather together to see a dangerous animal slowly and ritualistically killed? The running of the bulls is also good fun, because it teaches society that when a bull is running down the street toward you GET OUT OF THE WAY!