You need to suppose that Mike Brey at least made several telephone calls, then sent a couple of texts, anything, until he made a decision to converse in desperate hunt for a person to play basketball from Notre Dame next week. Read…
At halftime last night, you could forgive any USMNT fan for thinking they had never left 1997. I know I did. Here we all were, too late on a school night, watching a US team getting paddled in Central America with the crowd going nuts and the American manager looking utterly clueless and his players […]
When it comes to Donald Trump and all the batshit-crazy, Jonestown-esque nonsense he’s pulled over the past four years, the word “unprecedented” is often attached. Read more…