Where do I start? I should probably be taking this opportunity — my last-ever column in these pages — to tear into Sam Fisher, Monday… Continue Reading »
A little over a week ago, Liverpool striker Luis Suarez was caught on camera biting an opponent. While most agreed with the punishment handed out for this offense, those closest to him, his club and his manager did not. They are wrong, of course.
It’s crunch time, the final few minutes of winter quarter, the seconds ticking steadily by, the scoreboard burning painfully bright with a simple message: I’m down, maybe—hopefully—not by much, and I’m certainly not feeling on top of this situation.
You’re too busy to go to the Pac-12 Championship Game? If a Stanford professor has the time to go to every home game and cheer from the sidelines, then it’s certainly not too much for you to clear three hours from your schedule on one Friday night.
For the first time in eight years, I sat on the sunny side of Stanford Stadium on Saturday. Far from the noise and youthful enthusiasm of the Red Zone, I was doing my bit for the greater cause of Cardinal football; I was introducing my parents to college football.