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.

The Snowpocalypse looks even more like a Mad Max wasteland when you tow a dude on skis down Park Avenue at high speed.

I love Worst of the Year articles. So let us now eschew all the good things from 2010 like Winter's Bone and iPad porn and spend some time wallowing in SHEER SUCK.

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.

Having grown up in the racin' bastion of South Carolina, Michael Myers started the website Queers4Gears.com last September. The idea: Provide an online home for kindred sporting souls. The demand: Initially 2,000 unique visits monthly.

Fistfights on the track, drivers flipping officials off, flying car parts crashing into skyboxes, and monkeys. Not just another night at Texas Motor Speedway. Monkeys!

Click to view File under: #holyshit. In the 1981 Indianapolis 500, Rick Mears took a pitstop and his car was sprayed with fuel that ignited invisibly after making contact with the engine. Mears and several members of his crew were immediately (and invisibly) lit up.

Welcome to Great Moments in Drunken Hookup Failure, where we showcase four heartwarming true stories of drunken love gone horribly awry. Off we go.