Cracks are appearing in football’s helmet—injuries to athletes, injuries to the game. For one former high school and college player, the damage has gone too far.
Afternoons in the big city are terrible. Sunsets are horrifying, nights are long and anxious. Other people have choices, but not you. Then suddenly, a bicycle.
Irresistible watercolors of mouthy cowboys, automobile wrecks, boxing matches, rodeo clowns, and rock bands.
Think baseball today is rotten from drugs and punks? A century ago, things weren’t much better. A brief history of baseball’s dark traditions—cheating, substance abuse, obscenity, violence—and the colorful players who brought them to life.
In the late 1870s, baseball was at risk of dying out before it even got started, strangled by a teetotaling, law-abiding, church-going new league. Then a German saloonkeeper in St. Louis got involved.
A reporter spends a season trailing one of London’s most infamous soccer clubs while its soul is rebuilt from scratch. From July, a cautionary tale—for New Yorkers, especially—of super fans, gonzo money, and the doctrine that is “organic football.”
Boxing belongs to the young. For an off-and-on wannabe, back in the ring and facing down The Chainsaw, the stakes are higher than they’ll ever be.
Colds and flus happen—but as pop stars, stage actors, and athletes know all too well, that’s rarely enough of a reason to call in sick. How they cope when the show must go on.
Selections from Sam Stephenson’s multi-artist project documenting a season with the Durham Bulls, the North Carolina AAA baseball team that inspired the film Bull Durham, which celebrates its 25th anniversary this year.
Your opponents have something to prove, certain wishes they want fulfilled. Also, they really hope their knees don’t blow out before halftime. Welcome to over-40s soccer.
Fine-art photography from one of the snowboarding world’s best practitioners, “Creager,” who recently retired from traveling the world in search of snow.
I have to admit I’m a little sorry to see the long nights of winter go. I suppose I’m so conditioned to be working during daylight...