
It’s deep August—a season of forgetting, a time when we’re all at the beach, at least mentally. No surprise that major sporting events slip past...

My tenure as Into the Good Wide Open correspondent is coming to an end. The rules of the Weird Sports Writers Guild require that I file at...

So I’m watching some Entourage extras last night, and I stumble upon a behind-the-scenes look at the new season’s ping-pong episode, in which...

If the dearly departed World Cup left you hankering for international sports in which the United States can play the role of scrappy underdog,...

Oh, Kamchatka Project, how do I envy thee? This just-completed kayak expedition, based out of Hood River, Oregon, ventured deep into Russia’s...

Among the many things they love for irrational reasons (free all-you-can-eat buffets, Anna Kournakova, the National Football League), sports...

No concept in the weird world of sports freaks me out quite as severely as ultramarathon running. Thanks to a personal close encounter with the...

Ah, to climb a tree. Treeclimbing might seem like the sort of faux-naïve, arcadian adventure that modern kids disdain in favor of video games...
As North Korea’s reported move to hire Chinese actors to play “fans” during the Thousand-Mile Horse’s triumphant march to the World Cup (I’m...
Last Sunday, a much-discussed (among alt-sports nerds such as myself, at least) The New York Times Magazine feature posed a pressing question:...
Bike polo—or, to be precise, the streetwise variant known hardcourt bike polo—is easily one of the coolest underground sports stories right now....
I have mixed feelings about bullfighting. On the one hand: Man. Bull. Danger! Death! Beauty! Romance! Tradition! I can’t think of a more pure...
The last match of World Cup 2010 is upon us. On Sunday at 2:30 p.m. eastern time, Spain and the Netherlands, arguably the two nations with the...
The recent simultaneous pile-up of Grade-A sporting spectacles—the World Cup, Wimbledon, the Tour de France, Major League Baseball’s perpetual...
You know, it’s not easy, this obscure-sporting-activities-journalist thing. I often feel my chosen subjects go out of their way to keep...
With rugged tree-lined mountains that plummet directly into its oceanic waters—which tend to hover just over 50 degrees Fahrenheit—the Oregonian...
It’s a beautiful season to be outside. So I, of course, have spent an unreasonable amount of time crouched indoors, bathed in the warm glow of...