The playoffs — there's something, to the averagely insane sports fan, magical in that phrase.
We are a grateful nation. And because we are a grateful nation, we are a generous nation. Our founders were steeped in this idea, and it is still strong among us.
The greatest month to be a sports fan.
Don’t let the hype fool you: the best place to watch the U.S. Open and many other sports these days is from your couch.
Trendy urbanites dining in the Berkshires can chastise “factory farmers” all they want, but commercial farming today is a modern miracle, satisfying the needs of millions.
In his latest book, Charles Murray says that today's America would be unrecognizable to our Founding Fathers.
He helped me penetrate the mystery of fatherhood, even if it is a bit late.
The national pastime may be past its time. But those who think it’s boring need to think again.
Lawsuits over players’ brain injuries have some saying football is dead. In fact, it has dislodged baseball as the national pastime and will remain America’s passion for decades to come.
Sweden seems to be an egalitarian, feminist utopia. So why are American women ahead of their Swedish counterparts in breaking through the glass ceiling?
Jonathan Last’s recent book gives an incisive analysis of the plummeting U.S. birth rate's key economic effects.
If students could complete their education a year faster, the many benefits would include increased personal wealth, decreased government spending, and more sustainable entitlement programs.
For a long while we have not been seeing college basketball at its best — the coaches are unpleasant and the most talented college-age players aren’t playing college ball. Still, I’ll be watching a goodly share of March Madness.
What to think when a player looks like a rocker, a Fiat mechanic, a cable guy, a terrorist — anything but the very competitive athlete he is.
I have never failed to be moved by Grand Central’s incomparable (and irreplaceable) architectural grandeur.
Is a genuine sports hero possible in our fallen but oh-so-very-knowing times?
Jocks sometimes rise to genuine athletic distinction, but they are not artist athletes, who comprise a different, more elevated category altogether.
This question has no easy answer. It is so difficult that more than reason is required in its service.
I have but one love in sports and it is an unfortunate one. I love Northwestern football.
We’re living in an age of transition, and no one feels the sense of transition more strongly than a couch potato as one sports season slides into another.