A 2011 profile of LeBron James, originally meant to run in Port, that was killed by Nike.
The stories of the 109 black men who have played quarterback in the NFL, from Fritz Pollard to Russell Wilson.
How fight coach Greg Jackson, once dubbed “the Philosopher King of MMA,” does his job.
The family history behind college football’s most talked-about player.
On a makeshift halfway house for down-and-out former wrestlers.
“The first time I was ever published in a book was 1997. It was because I found Roger Ebert’s email and asked him a question.”
The last escape of Anthony Roebles.
On the career and legacy of America’s most popular wrestler.
Manti Te’o’s Dead Girlfriend, the Most Heartbreaking and Inspirational Story of the College Football Season, Is a Hoax
The story was told by Sports Illustrated, CBS News, and countless others: linbeacker Manti Te’o, Heisman trophy candidate and the face of Notre Dame football, was playing brilliantly despite the tragic loss of his girlfriend to leukemia early in the season. The reporters missed one key element of Te’o’s story, however: the girl hadn’t died. She couldn’t have. She didn’t exist.
How To Not Be The Biggest Asshole In Media: 4 Lessons I Learned From Meeting Jay Mariotti And Reading His Awful Book
“What follows is my attempt, based on a few increasingly hostile exchanges and a close reading of his terrible book, not only to examine why Mariotti is currently jobless but to explain why, in a sane world, he should forever remain that way. I present this as a cautionary tale for other sportswriters, both young and old.”
The strange saga of Sarah Phillips, who went from message board commenter to ESPN gambling columnist and hid her identity from editors, scamming many of the people she met along the way.
A profile of John Alan Schwartz, creator of one of the most notorious movies ever made.
A reporter recounts her weekend as an undercover Juggalette.
What one learns about Jose Canseco while trying, unsuccessfully, to interview Jose Canseco.
A remembrance of relationships formed when the author, at 13 and using a false identity, frequented hockey chat rooms.