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• THE CHURCH OF SPORT: WHERE MIRACLES COST $14 BEERS AND PARKING

  by Richard Waters 4 hours ago
  Dispatches from the cheap seats, written with mustard on my shirt Nobody warned me it would be like this. I'm sitting in the upper deck of a stadium so old it's basically held together by decades of spilled nacho cheese and stubborn optimism. The seat hasn't been ...

• SPORTS: THE BEAUTIFUL, STUPID, GLORIOUS MESS WE KEEP COMING BAC

  by Richard Waters 4 hours ago
  A love letter written with dirty hands and a busted lip Look. Nobody asked you to care this much. Nobody told you that you'd be standing in your kitchen at 2am, stress-eating cereal in your underwear, watching a guy you've never met try to dribble a basketball into a hoop. And yet here you are. H...