It's not much different than singing the virtues of liver and onions to those who won't touch them with a 10-foot fork, but this space wishes to say that if you've ever needed a reason to watch the NHL, this season's playoffs are providing plenty -- reasons, not liver and onions. The upcoming showdown between
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Tortorella, who is so tightly-wrapped that he seems two ticks of a time bomb away from a stroke, seems to occupy rare turf in a time-honored sports tradition. Exchanges of pleasantries between fans and players, or fans and coaches, include such notable incidents as Baltimore Oriole
Such monkeyshines will always be with us, and in these dire economic times may become more frequent and spirited. Alas, there's only so much that teams and leagues can do short of surrounding the playing areas with honky tonk-style chicken wire, like the NBA used to do in its early days. The Capitals
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Speaking of horror stories, it's been two-and-a-half long months since he hung 'em up yet again, so it's about time that the
Speaking of nightmares, as Swine Flu continues to spread across the globe, assorted sports associations and teams are taking preventive measures. Among others,
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Readers occasionally write in to point out -- in no uncertain terms, mind you -- that we here in the boilerroom at SI.com have misspelled a name or gotten a photo caption wrong. All we can say in our defense is that ugly stuff happens whilst handling a lot of material under tight deadlines, so we feel sympathy for the Washington Nationals who recently took the field with
If you're like this space, you've been lying awake at night wondering just what goods
Well, according to our otherwise reliable source at Slumberhaven Cemetary, some digging has revealed that Sypher's husband let a little unfortunate pillow talk slip after he stumbled onto Pitino's fondness for attending puppet shows, singing along (loudly and off-key) to
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If a barbed comment leaves Ragweed, Oregon at 3 pm traveling east at a rate of 186,300 miles per second and a coarse insult departs Oniontown, NY at the same time travelling west at the same speed, at what time will they collide in the brainpain of the poor slob who puts this dreary collection together each week?
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