The Sports Year is coming to an end in a few weeks when the Patriots, upon request of the Browns, will represent the AFC in the Super Bowl against a team that will lose from the NFC. This means the dreaded month of February is fast approaching - Cavs games, meaningless college basketball, pitchers and catchers and NFL Mock drafts. (more…)

We live in some bankrupt times, folks. Every day we wake up, cut our mouths on a bowl of Captain Crunch and prepare for yet another day of wandering aimlessly through life. All the while there are wars going on. There are wars in the Middle East, there is a war on Christmas, there is a war on drugs, poverty, etc. Life, much like love, is a battlefield. But this latest war in society cuts into me like an adamantium claw - it is the war on my youth. How many more quality ’80s and ’90s children programs have to be brought back, ruined and sold to a younger, less sophisticated audience? As Owen Hart once said, enough is enough and it’s time for a change. (more…)

I’m starting to notice that I’m totally full of crap. I know that comes as quite a newsflash to some. If you didn’t already figure that out on your own though, here are a few things I’ve said this past year. (more…)

Rob Galloway wonders, just like his mother, his girlfriend’s mother and father, and a majority of society. Why do it? Why put his body through this? On a night like this, in front of 150 local wrestling fans at the Hopewell School gymnasium in Coshocton, he remembers why. (more…)

Urban Meyer went to my high school. He’s a Saint John Herald. I hate his guts. Why exactly do I hate his guts? Let’s start at the beginning. (more…)

I couldn’t sleep after Game 7. I was past the anger stage of my fan-grieving and well into the deep, dark depression stage. Every time I closed my eyes I saw something disturbing: C.C. Sabathia walk in a run; Travis Hafner swing as helpless as one-legged baby chick; J.D. Drew snap out of a career-long coma and crush a grand slam; the faces of Red Sox nation get more annoying, arrogant, self-important and smug.

However, the most disturbing thing I saw was Joel Skinner give The Stop Sign to Kenny Lofton. This may haunt my dreams forever. (more…)

The Double C’s Awesome Poll: Week 6 (more…)

USC shouldn’t be in the top 25. College football is more ridiculous than the Friday Night Light’s plot twist. I’m going to break this down very simply, and when I’m done, we’ll all agree that USC should reside in CFB purgatory with Michigan for the rest of the year. (more…)

The Indians are lucky I’m not on the team. For starters, I never made it past teeball; I’m small enough to fit in one of CC Sabathia’s pant legs; and I haven’t done a sit-up in eight years. But even more important than all of those things, I can’t handle the postseason. (more…)

Dear Sports Karma gods,

My name is Chris Crowell. I’m a diehard Cleveland sports fan. I’ve tried to get your attention for most of my life by growing playoff beards, wearing the same clothes for weeks on end, and not moving for entire games – even when I have to pee. None of these psychotic attempts to gain your favor seem to work very well. So, I’m writing you directly this time in hopes you will finally grant my request. Let the Cleveland Indians beat the New York Yankees. (more…)