This, from the Washington Post's John Feinstein, is just a stunning thing to exist. It is an argument that Len Bias does not deserve induction into the University of Maryland Athletics Hall of Fame because he died from a cocaine overdose.
You will recall that three years ago Joe Paterno was college football's unicorn, and you will recall that two months ago, the late Joe Paterno—and his role in the Jerry Sandusky child abuse scandal that engulfed Penn State—starred in Joe Posnanski's lamentable Paterno. We all have decided to do the best we can…
Here's your daily link to Dave McKenna's brilliant "Cranky Redskins Fan's Guide to Dan Snyder," which we'll be posting until Snyder's dumbass libel suit disappears.
In sports, everyone is a winner—some people just win better than others. Like sportswriter John Feinstein, who badgered a hapless NCAA VP yesterday over tournament expansion and thereby became a hero to anti-expansionists for all the wrong reasons.
We got some good submissions for the Least Necessary Sports Column "contest," so while you're waiting around for various balls to drop here's some light reading that will make you say, "Why did this happen?"
The first time we ever read a book that had the word fuck in it was in John Feinstein's Season On The Brink. Bobby Knight liked to say that word a lot. It was also the first time we had seen the c-word. We were 14 years old.
The ombudsman over at The Washington Post is appalled to learn that Post writers have been gambling on The Masters, saying, "maybe the Masters bets next year should be in Oreos, not cash," which, if you've looked at the people covering The Masters lately, is probably what they're spending their money on anyway.
If you're a fan of John Feinstein, or college basketball, or hate one or both, be sure not to miss Sunday's New York Times Book Review. On the hot seat is Feinstein's latest, Last Dance, an examination of college basketball's Final Four. A tipster provided us with a sneak peek of the review, which me must say, we're…