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Our latest film, directed by Peter Sillen, breaks down the tale of a Mets prospect who was so phenomenal that he was too good to be true.
Katie Crutchfield is one of the most incisive, emotionally open songwriters in the world. But she had to leave home and her twin sister, sign with a historic label, and end a romantic relationship with her closest musical collaborator to finally break through. Now the fun begins.
The radio (and now podcast) host discusses the new ‘The Best Show,’ the struggles of striking out on his own, his 16-CD boxed set of phone calls, and never quite fitting in with the comedy community.
Friends, teammates, and family remember the career, legacy, and tragic death of former Charlotte Hornets guard Bobby Phills.
The Cubs have a new front-line starter and top-tier manager, a slew of elite prospects, and money to spend. The front office has a plan, and the division is in decline. So stop talking about building a future contender, North Siders. The playoff run begins now.
When Panthers superstar rookie Aaron Ekblad needed a place to crash, team captain Willie Mitchell (and his extremely understanding wife) stepped in. Since then, they’ve shared seemingly everything — a house, a boat, and infectious diseases — except the one thing they want most: the playoffs.
Behind the scenes of Providence College’s first-round defeat to the Dayton Flyers.
The new movie ‘Kumiko, the Treasure Hunter’ tells the story of a Japanese woman on a quest for riches who was lured to the brutal cold of the Midwest by a Coen brothers film. The woman was real, even if the story isn’t entirely true. And it’s been told before, by a documentarian. So where is the line between fact and fiction, and just how strong is it?
Our latest film, directed by Nick Guthe, shows the day the NCAA tournament made the leap from sporting event to mainstream cultural tradition.
Without further ado, here’s the final installment of our ranking of the NBA’s top 60 most valuable assets.
“If I were gonna go cross-country on a wagon train in the 1860s, I’d take a porn girl”: a trip to the Adult Video News Awards.
We spent six weeks rewatching every movie about basketball. We did this because we are just (slightly) larger versions of children, but also because we wanted to figure out who is the best fictional basketball player of all time.
A sit-down with the president on Air Force One and a trip to Selma on the 50th anniversary of the historic marches across the Edmund Pettus Bridge.
The Nationals could be the first team since 2011 to win 100 games. They might have the best pitching staff since the 1990s. Winning the NL East in 2015 feels like their floor, not their ceiling. But whether or not they win the World Series, we should all appreciate what they’re trying to do: dominate from Game 1 to Game 162.
“You can tell a lot from a horse by looking at the eye.” Steve Coburn talks about California Chrome, the horse who nearly became the first Triple Crown winner in 36 years in the 2014 campaign. By looking into Coburn’s eyes, you’ll see why we love horses.
What would possess someone to pay $8,000 for Ty Cobb’s dentures? Or $5,300 for the toilet that the Toronto Maple Leafs sat on? Or $820 for the butt fumble jersey?
From 1994 to 1997, A.J. Mass entertained millions at Shea Stadium without saying a word as one of baseball's most iconic and beloved figures, Mr. Met.
If the name of Mark Roberts doesn’t ring a bell, his body might. He is the British man who has been interrupting events for more than 22 years, in more than 22 countries, by running naked through events -- from the Olympics to the Super Bowl.
In a wide-ranging conversation, the legendary documentary filmmaker and writer talks about interviewing killers, war criminals, and some of society’s most fascinating oddballs. Plus, his take on his best movie, his critics, and what he’ll do next.
North Carolina basketball fans are well aware of the Jordan no. 23 jersey that hangs from the rafters of the Dean Dome. But there was a time — February 1998, to be exact — when it disappeared.