It’s Independence Week; what better time to brush up on that most American of American stories: Paul Revere’s ride. Now, the way I always understood it, Paul Revere rode from Boston to near Lexington, warning Americans that the British troops were making their move. But then Tea Party historian Sarah Palin gave us a more authoritative account:

(A hypothetical scenario that may or may not happen to any politico, local or otherwise. There’s no actual evidence that these conversations ever took place...but we sure hope they did.)

I know what it is to be a broken man. Two years ago, I was at rock bottom. Woman problems, money problems, no job—my world was folding in on me.

Thirteen minutes. That’s, on average, how much time you have to save your life once the weather service pulls the trigger on a tornado warning.

Let me begin by saying this: I’m no meteorologist. Oh, I wanted to be one. Pined for it, actually.

Chances are by now you’ve heard the story of Tyler Clementi. He’s the Rutgers University freshman who recently jumped off a bridge and died after the Internet’s oft-unseemly Klieg lights and a cruel roommate outed his sexual preference in humiliating fashion. Or perhaps you heard about Justin Aaberg, the 15-year-old boy who was bullied into hanging himself by kids who thought his sexual orientation was somehow their business.

First things first: Should Alabama's 2009 national championship be minimized by Colt McCoy's injury? Is it *gulp* ... tainted? The answer, of course, is no. But would you believe that five pe

Just when I thought I had penned a perfectly prudent goodbye column (by the way, I'm leaving Jan. 15), Lane Kiffin up and did something stupid. Again. I warned you, Tennessee fans. I warned you. To

At the risk of infringing upon Vince Lombardi's estate, I have to ask... Just what the hell is going on out here? At what point did the 2009 college football season turn into a sensitivity train

It should be noted that while I am a proponent of a playoff system for major college football, I do enjoy watching bowl games. I try to watch all 34 of them; if not the whole game, then at least a qua