The USMNT Played a Friendly and Emotionally Injured Me

The USMNT played a friendly so bad I briefly considered switching sports. I watched 90 minutes of misplaced passes, defensive confusion, and existential dread. Everyone…

The USMNT played a friendly so bad I briefly considered switching sports. I watched 90 minutes of misplaced passes, defensive confusion, and existential dread. Everyone…

Illinois officially secured their return to the Final Four. As the final buzzer sounded, my smartwatch violently vibrated, asking if I had been in a…

Texas won back‑to‑back titles and I’m starting to feel targeted. Every time they lift another trophy, a small part of my soul crumbles like stale…

The Knights and Skulls played hockey the way I imagine medieval battles felt. There were hits so loud my TV flinched. Sticks flew, helmets bounced,…

Rick Pitino just signed an extension, meaning he will be coaching basketball until I am noticeably grayer and even more anxious than I am right…

I watched one F1 race and now I’m convinced Max Verstappen is fueled by pure spite and energy drink fumes. Something is happening at Red…

When the Tiger news broke, I gasped so hard I swallowed a cough drop whole. I sat down to write a short update. Instead, I…

People keep asking me who my “Final Four Dreams” are. I don’t have Final Four dreams. I have a recurring nightmare where I’m forced to…

I checked my bracket this morning. It flatlined. No pulse. No hope. I had Illinois losing early, UConn losing late, and Duke losing always. I…

UConn and Duke played a basketball game that should come with a surgeon general warning. I sat down expecting a normal Elite Eight showdown. Instead,…

I was standing in my living room holding a lukewarm cup of coffee when UConn’s shot went up. The ball hung in the air for…

Last night, a manager made a substitution in the 84th minute. A harmless, routine, “let’s give the kid some minutes” kind of change. For normal…