In what is surely a mere bump on the way to the third World Series title for St. Louis in the past seven years, the Cardinals did not beat the team they were playing Wednesday.
You have to hand it to Jayson Werth: If he's the least bit concerned about being 21 games behind the playoff-bound team he left last year for money, he's not showing it.
When you go to a bullfight in Spain as a 10(ish)-year-old who wasn't forewarned that animals will bleed profusely while getting dragged out of the arena to their deaths, the end result is this: The annual footage of human injury and pain from Pamplona's Running of the Bulls is a source of joy.
As part of his relentless media odyssey this week, Charlie Sheen introduced himself to Twitter with a message that had a Chappelle-esque, "Kiss the rings, bitches" quality to it. It was an image of Sheen's shimmering 1927 World Series ring that was once worn by another winner with an equally insatiable appetite for…
NEWARK—Losing is half of boxing. The more interesting half. Some losers are tragic, searching for something they'll never find. Some are noble. But only one loser can do it quite like Zab.