Our fancy friends at Gizmodo have a new TV show on BBC America premiering tonight, and you should watch it. Gizmodo: The Gadget Testers airs at 10:20 p.m. EST, right after the season finale of Top Gear. Check out the trailer, and forget the sports: make sure you tune in this evening.

Fear not, denizens of Redbird Nation. Your pilot may have hung up the satin jacket for the greener pastures of the TV studio, but there will forever be a La Russa roaming the fields of St. Louis, pooping in the grass.

In 1999, Katie Baker was a thoroughly self-possessed, hockey-loving 18-year-old headed for Harvard. Or so the older men she met online — and offline — believed.

Mark Visser, illuminated by submarine lighting, rode the Jaws break off of Maui early yesterday morning. It's like Point Break meets Tron.

Patrick Sauer recently attended a viewing of the first-ever NBA telecast on ESPN's new 3D channel, and it was a glimpse into our strange future: floating heads, precision celebrity high-fives, and lots and lots of really unreal detail.

Joe Buck and Tim McCarver, Fox's World Series broadcast team, will begin inflicting themselves on a national television audience tonight. Thankfully, technology offers recourse that doesn't involve throwing something heavy at the TV: just synch up the broadcast with radio commentary.

No sport lends itself more readily to the splendors of digital video recording than football. And nobody suffered more than football fans when Comcast introduced a schoolmarmish new DVR feature: auto-correction for fast-forwarding.

ESPN's is the second most popular fantasy football site, with more than 6 million users. So it's a huge problem that a gaping flaw exists, allowing you to change the rosters of any team in just minutes. Here's how to do it.

Japan's sumo association will be handing out iPads to the country's wrestlers, because cell phones are often too small for their hands. It's almost like they haven't heard of the Jitterbug.

A guy riding his bike with a shoulder-mounted camera hits an old man. Words are exchanged. Disputation seems inevitable. Then both graciously agree on their mutual culpability and move on. Moral: Old people need to watch where the fuck they're going.