Poetry in the Motion

In which Rayvonte Rice disembowels UNLV, and eats the bones.

During a layover, Rob concocts something akin to a straight news piece. Weird.

While writing about sports for a magazine that prides itself on staying apace of current trends in Correct Views on Things , Rob deftly deploys the word “chink.”

Ray Rice was a force of nature. But a different force of nature captured everyone's attention on Sunday.

With all due respect to Kevin Berardini, Jon Ekey is a tough motherfucker. He has two stitches, and 15 rebounds to prove it.

For as long as you can remember, the Illini basketball brand has been inextricably linked with the name Tate. But this time, he can jump.

John Fucking Groce.

Rob took a cue from Ray Rice, and slept in. At long last, here's his Northwood write-up.

Big Ten basketball held its annual Media Day in Rosemont, Thursday. Rob went. They gave him a tote bag, and a two GB flash drive. He also stole five apples.