In the game of adulting, a herd accompanies you past the milestones. When you’re young, everyone you know is graduating college, landing a first job, getting married, having kids. As you approach middle age, the milestones become less celebratory. Everyone you know is loosening their belt, losing their hair, losing…
Calvin, no, that’s a basketball, you don’t hit a basketball with a baseball bat...oh.
After a bizarre, court-ordered ban from golf, a preteen golf prodigy in suburban Washington, D.C., has returned to the sport, and has picked up right where she left off.
In the eighth inning of last night’s 6-3 Dodgers win, one Mets fan decided he could make a one-handed play on a foul ball with a baby already in the other arm. He did, I suppose, though I’m not sure the baby’s mother would agree with his decision-making.
Every year I look forward to summer before remembering that summer is, in fact, hell. There are bugs. There is swampass. There are bored children punching each other for sport. And there is suntan lotion. Ohhhhhh, suntan lotion. Oh how I DESPISE you with a concentrated fury. Is there a more necessary evil in this…
The accuracy of this tyke’s shot is obviously impressive as hell, but what I am here for is the taunting of the candle. This child is going to have a long and polarizing career, at least unless the candle comes back at him studs-up.
In South Carolina coach Frank Martin’s postgame press conference last night, preteen Sports Illustrated Kids reporter Max Bonnstetter asked an interesting and well-formulated question—one that, somehow, upset a handful of “adult” journalists:
Who could blame the kid with a matchup like Oregon Tech vs. Saint Francis in front of him!
One of my midlevel life regrets is that I’ve never gotten to Florida or Arizona for Spring Training, because it seems like it offers the things I like most about live baseball: Sitting outside in nice weather, eating and drinking, and just absorbing the entire sensory experience—the smells, the sounds—without…
There’s nothing like hands-on coaching.
An errant basketball took a desperate break in the name of freedom this evening and tried to escape a game between Boise State and Fresno State. Referees tried to dislodge it; didn’t work. Players tried to retrieve it; no dice.
The nation is in safe hands, everybody.
During the Bucks’ game against the Wizards today, a young fan crumbled when faced with his own dancing skills.
One day, when I was in fourth or fifth grade, I was waiting for the school bus. Few activities suck more than waiting for a bus in the middle of winter in Minnesota, especially when that bus is just going to take you to dumb school, so I was, obviously, in a foul mood. Eventually a school bus rounded the corner—but it…
There are 4.3 babies born in the world every second. Maybe there’s 1.0 new baby in your world and you need to appease it with a gift. How?
They teach you to watch the hips. But maybe also keep an eye on the ball:
The Deadspin Awards are in July and we need our readers to decide the winners of these prestigious honors. Today, we ask you to answer a vexing question:Of all these good sports babies, who is the best sports baby?
Sports babies like Riley Curry, Derrick Rose Jr., and T.J. Smith have been resting on their laurels lately, and haven’t done anything impossibly cute. That’s why my current favorite sports baby is Naya Fowler, the two-year-old child of Cubs outfielder Dexter Fowler and his wife Darya.
We did it, everyone. We made it through a long, boring week without any sports on but hockey. (Even though hockey is good and you should try it.) Celebrate with this child getting owned repeatedly.
We don’t blame you, kid. Nobody wants to shake a referee’s hand.