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How cliché is it to go to a ballpark, and spend a few precious dollars on a “dog” in order to satisfy those developing afternoon taste-buds? It’s a silly phenomenon that has captured the hearts of many Americans; and proceeded to destroy those hearts in the name of good health. You see, Americans are tired of the nonchalant menu-options that ballparks possess. We are looking for heartier, more unique options than that of a kid's menu at Applebees—or other amateur dining venue. Hell, I could look in my trash-can and find healthier options than those of an alleged "snack-bar". So for my 50th article ...

How cliché is it to go to a ballpark, and spend a few precious dollars on a “dog” in order to satisfy those developing afternoon taste-buds? It’s a silly phenomenon that has captured the hearts of many Americans; and proceeded to destroy those hearts in the name of good health. You see, Americans are tired of the nonchalant menu-options that ballparks possess. We are looking for heartier, more unique options than that of a kid's menu at Applebees—or other amateur dining venue. Hell, I could look in my trash-can and find healthier options than those of an alleged "snack-bar". So for my 50th article ...

Note: This article is a collaboration between the amazing Taylor Rummel and the awesome Rocky Getters. It is meant for humorous purposes only.   Worried by the scores of issues haunting b/r that had led to many a nasty, ugly debates here, Zander last night called all the Bleacher Report writers for an emergency community meeting at his headquarters in San Francisco. Not everybody could come there in such a hurry, so here is a detailed "live" report of that meeting...   While everyone is getting arranged and settling in, Bleacher Report founder Zander Freund addresses the audience:   “Howdy y’all.”   A collective “Hey” is emitted ...

Imagine working hard for a financially-stable living, and then seeing it all turn moot.                           Having multi-year, multi-million dollar contracts transformed into mere distant, foggy memories, and holding onto cash assets that run drier than a piece of wood in the Sahara.   Such is the case for many professional athletes nowadays, whose fanatically free-spending ways seem to spiral them downwards into financial purgatory.   Money has become a tough commodity for professional athletes to maintain after their playing days, and in turn more and more players have been filing for bankruptcy.   Author Pablo S. Torre notes in his Sports Illustrated story entitled, How (and why) Athletes ...

My recent illness has left me in an almost irate state.   I have not seen the lush light of outside for days, and as a result, my body has turned whiter than a lamb.   Additionally, the continuous confine of my sofa has left permanent red-marks on my back, which have begun to look like a bad case of sun-burn.   I have also gone through more medication and eye-drops than “Sick” Richards, whom I am sure you are all familiar with.   The point of this article is not to be funny, nor is it to contend for an Article of the Day award.  Rather, it is for you ...

Often times, I find myself reminiscing about a particular Spring Break.   My family and I were in the Caribbean (as part of a cruise voyage) and had reached the third of four ports encountered during our time on the ship.   The "port" was the beautiful island of Roaton, a moderately-sized stretch of land some 30 miles due east of Honduras, which claims ownership of the land.   But as we disembarked from the ship—and allowed our enthusiastic toes to be graced with the warm and inviting sandy beaches—a chilling, yet sadly not shocking, reality set in:   The island reeked of the same third world culture that far too ...

Often times, I find myself reminiscing about a particular Spring Break.   My family and I were in the Caribbean (as part of a cruise voyage) and had reached the third of four ports encountered during our time on the ship.   The "port" was the beautiful island of Roaton, a moderately-sized stretch of land some 30 miles due east of Honduras, which claims ownership of the land.   But as we disembarked from the ship—and allowed our enthusiastic toes to be graced with the warm and inviting sandy beaches—a chilling, yet sadly not shocking, reality set in:   The island reeked of the same third world culture that far too ...

As a society, we are constantly changing.   Cavemen built clubs, and used their counterparts as test-subjects.   In the Roman Empire, coliseums were built for men to compete against each other, and allowed for fandom to ignite.   During the Medieval Age, jesters filled the scene and provided entertainment for all. Shakespeare thereafter wowed audiences with his story-telling and "play-making ability"…literally.   More recently, in the 1960s and '70s, times were good. Life was, for the most part, care-free. Days were filled with kids playing in yards, neighbors conversing regardless of mutual-likeness, and of course who could forget those Beatles?   Time in between was spent living, laughing, and ...

As a society, we are constantly changing.   Cavemen built clubs, and used their counterparts as test-subjects.   In the Roman Empire, coliseums were built for men to compete against each other, and allowed for fandom to ignite.   During the Medieval Age, jesters filled the scene and provided entertainment for all. Shakespeare thereafter wowed audiences with his story-telling and "play-making ability"…literally.   More recently, in the 1960s and '70s, times were good. Life was, for the most part, care-free. Days were filled with kids playing in yards, neighbors conversing regardless of mutual-likeness, and of course who could forget those Beatles?   Time in between was spent living, laughing, and ...

If you were to poll 100 people at random about whether or not they had played at least one sport in their childhood—more than likely you would be met with an overwhelming “Yes.” However, take it one question further—of course with their permission—and ask them why it was that they decided to play sports: Several individuals are certain to respond: “Because my parents made me.” It’s an unethical practice that too many families use with their children: Choosing for them, often times before they are able to make a decision themselves. “Little Jimmy is gonna be a big pro basketball star!” Oh, is he? Are memories ...