“What should I do? What should I do?” asks a pensive LeBron James, the world’s greatest basketball player, in his new Nike ad. Don Draper would have called it “confessional advertising”—an ad designed to offset a client’s tarnished image.

Cameron Newton, the quarterback for the No. 2 ranked Auburn Tigers, has been making headlines all season for his dynamic play on the field. So much so, that he is widely considered to be the front-runner for the coveted Heisman Trophy. Now it seems Cam is making a little noise away from the field, and not in a good way.

I was struck this weekend, whilst enjoying a fabulous Saturday of college football goodness, at the ridiculous nature of this thing we call sports. College football is the king of the ridiculous these days.

With a non-BCS team in the top five, and two in the top six, it seems the dominance of the current conference heavyweights may be over. The conferences themselves don’t seem as stalwart, getting some pretty serious makeovers. Plastic surgery seems more apropos.

Each year, the conference donates books to schools or libraries to encourage reading and research about the legacy of the Negro Leagues, raises funds to purchase headstones for unmarked graves of players and awards $2500 college scholarships in an essay writing competition.

I’m a baseball fan. Let me clarify. I’m a baseball fanatic. I root for the Yankees, a quality which endears me to few, but not because I like to win. I really like to win, actually, but I root for the Yankees because I rediscovered my love for baseball in Yankee stadium after a long and bitter divorce with the sport. I grew up a Phillies fan, listening to games on the radio with my dad and travelling to old Veterans Stadium once a year to get a first-hand look at the grass. When Major League Baseball struck in August of 1994 I was so angry I stopped following it. Until, that is, I made the happy mistake of moving to New York. New York is a baseball town, and I couldn’t live there long without absorbing a little of the old game in some way.

Amateur boxing, chock full of drama and passion, is one of the most unfairly overlooked sports in America, relegated by most daily newspapers to the sports sections of their neighborhood editions—you

The piece that follows has been circulating around the internet for some time. As it supposedly debunks Alabama’s claim to 12 national championships. I’m going to take a wild guess and assume it was w

First things first: Should Alabama's 2009 national championship be minimized by Colt McCoy's injury? Is it *gulp* ... tainted? The answer, of course, is no. But would you believe that five pe

Just when I thought I had penned a perfectly prudent goodbye column (by the way, I'm leaving Jan. 15), Lane Kiffin up and did something stupid. Again. I warned you, Tennessee fans. I warned you. To