Keith Strudler

It’s really hard to win a college football national championship. Now imagine winning four – all in one day. That’s technically what just happened for Auburn, who have just claimed four additional college football national titles, bringing their full total to nine. Not long ago, it was only considered two, in 1957 and 2010. In those years, the Tigers were ranked first by AP Poll and in the NCAA Record Book, in addition to the BCS in 2010.

I am going to fully admit that my knowledge of chess is fairly limited, beyond having played it as a kid and then again with my kids until they could beat me.

Maybe one of the most glorious parts of watching live professional tennis is the decorum of the experience. When you go to a tennis match, there are rules for the fans, just like the players.

It started as a footnote in the horrific shooting at 345 Park Avenue in Manhattan, where a gunman walked into the midtown office building with a semi-automatic rifle and killed four and severely injured another before killing himself.

Maybe one of the most amazing things about Donald Trump is that he makes you start cheering for things you would have never supported until he attacked it.

College conference media days are one of the great joys of the sports calendar. It’s a reminder to diehard fans that the season is coming and meaningful games are on the way, maybe a bit like pitchers and catchers reporting to spring training.

Sport is a cruel mistress. That’s true as a fan, but it can be even more pronounced as an athlete.

Penn athletics hasn’t been a significant part of the national discourse since around the mid 20th century, when they still had a dominant football program with big fan base. Beyond the occasional NCAA basketball tournament appearance and the Penn Relays, the Quakers don’t get a lot of air time.

For all but fans of two NBA teams, the basketball season has been over for some time. Yes, Oklahoma City and Indiana just finished a seven-game series to give the Thunder their first ever title, but everyone else’s hopes and dreams ended weeks if not months ago.

One of the most frustrating moments of any live sporting experience is walking around to find a concessions stand only to wait in line for what feels like forever for the opportunity to pay Upper East Side restaurant prices for a street cart sandwich and a drink that may or may not have lost its carbonation. And to return to your seat to realize you just missed the only goal of the entire game.