This bunny was paraplegic, but that didn't diminish his joie de vivre. And luckily, he had an enterprising child-inventor friend who made him an ATB (All-Terrain Bunny) vehicle so he could get around more easily. Watch the whole video for Joe the Bunny's full story, or skip to the three-minute mark to watch him scoot…
After a weekend full of grueling practices and some good nights' sleep, our competitors are back on the battlefield. Grab your smelling salts, because this one may leave you feeling faint. [Jezebel]
On the first day, there were 32. Two by two, mighty warriors — Lassie, Keyboard Cat, Chihuhua —fell. Now only 16 remain. The stakes get a little higher, the matches a little more intense. Put on your pacemaker, because this will leave your heart racing. [Jezebel]
The profile of boxer Keisher McLeod-Wells in the New York Times today includes details about her persona as "the Boxing Diva" - she likes Gucci anything, pink Juicy Couture knee-socks, Prada platform heels, Tory Burch tops and Bulgari eyeglasses. But some of the facts from the piece are plain-old depressing. [Jezebel]
Round one of our March Madness Dogs vs. Cats tournament ends today with our final two matches, after which we'll have sixteen of the sweetest competitors. Grab your flashlights, 'cause no one's going gently into the good night. [Jezebel]
We're down to the last few days of the first round of play - but exhaustion has yet to set in for these fierce warriors. Today is a day of sentimental favorites, but at the end of the game, a mammal must fall. Grab your toothbrush, because this one's going to leave a bad taste in your mouth. [Jezebel]
We saw a lot of emotion on the courts yesterday; hearts and guts and sheer sweat. Today promises to be more of the same. Put on your shinguards, because this one's a kicker. [Jezebel]
Oh, you're just gonna watch the game on the TEEVEE but enjoy socializing with random strangers on the internet instead of real, live humans? Then come on in, ladies and turds. The Second Annual Comment party begins now. Be nice to our guests from Jezebel, please.
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.
A friend sent me an e-card this week. It's a woman spraying a can of Mace into the air, and the caption reads, "I can't wait to see what strategic defense the Jets use against a gigantic rapist."
This month's coverage of UConn's win streak, and the record the Huskies may or may not have set, presented a new — but refreshingly familiar — storyline for women's sports coverage.
Australian football is in the middle of a sex scandal that blows away anything we've got. Months after a 17-year-old came forward claiming two footballers slept with her, she released nude photos of players and is threatening to leak tons more.
The Belfast Giants are currently leading the UK's Elite Ice Hockey League. But that's not enough for them this holiday season, because all they want for Christmas is you.
For girls of the late 1990s and early 2000s, UConn-Tennessee was very often the only game that mattered — the ponytail Super Bowl. Then Pat Summitt screwed it all up. Emma Carmichael explains.
I'm betting a large number of you are reading this from your office, thanks to some asshole boss who doesn't see why you should have the day off when 90 percent of the rest of the world does. Let's commiserate.
Inspired by the smart folks at mental_floss, we've put together a little video in observance of Veterans Day: a compilation of excited dogs greeting their owners upon their return from basic training or service overseas.
Win or lose, Zenyatta will retire after Saturday's Breeders' Cup Classic. Win, and she finishes her career without having ever lost. And she'll be even money by post time. Is there some horse sexism at work here?