Great Divide's Titan might be delicious, but Great Divide's Denver Pale Ale, which tastes like what I imagine eating mowed grass might be, really soured the brewery on a whole for me.

It's as though Joe Buck drank from the cup of Gus Johnson on accident for one majestic call.

The Cavs get a building block, the Bulls can stock up on cash and picks, and Andrew Bynum can go bowl in peace and catch up on Deadwood.

Rather than consuming the souls of their own fanbase, the Browns have brought back a mascot that can hopefully consume the souls of their opponents.

I don't know what I respect him for more: hitting that home run, or not tearing every ligament in his right leg while running the bases.