In this universe, Indiana is all over the stat sheet of national leaders like a spilled cup of coffee—No. 1 in the country in rushing defense, No. 2 in scoring offense, No. 3 in total defense and pass efficiency.
Someone had found the thing on a farm in the southern part of the state and decided it’d make a fine prize for the winner of the Indiana-Purdue football game.
When Matt Ryan was acquired with such fanfare and hope in March—only 11 days before April Fool’s Day, by the way—who possibly could have seen last Sunday coming? Week 8, and he’s on the bench—probably for good.
The Panthers began that season with a 41-game winning streak. They would end it with the streak at 51 and the undisputed mythical state champions.
The latest ATP rankings have Ram No. 1 on planet Earth among doubles players, this after a recent career surge when he teamed with Great Britain’s Joe Salisbury to win the U.S. Open twice and Australian Open once.
The league is the epicenter of football geezers.
As the regular season careens toward the finish line—in Victory Field and elsewhere—we highlight some eccentric numerical feats of summer.
Three nights, three big scoops of college football that would give an idea of the autumn ahead.
It should be noted that one week in September can’t define a team (although 14 of the past 18 Super Bowl champions started 1-0, including the 2006 Colts).
The man who once put down 182 chicken wings in 30 minutes, 55 glazed doughnuts in eight and 121 Twinkies in six has developed an appetite for a new conquest. Popcorn.
He was the major leaguer who made the world better around him. The teammate who stood by the side of Jackie Robinson on even the most difficult days. The father who would not allow the state to turn its back on the intellectually disabled, which included his own son.
Is a man ever too old to play baseball? “Yes” is your answer? Then you’ve come to the wrong place, on the wrong night.
he All-Star Game has never been played in Indiana and never will be, but that doesn’t mean it is without some memorable Hoosier cleat marks.
The Big Ten, UCLA and USC are taking the money and running. No, that’s not quite right. Given the distances involved, they’re taking the money and flying.
Here’s the thing about the College World Series and Indiana teams: It’s not just a mountain to climb, it’s Everest.
Sports are most interesting when you witness things unexpected or rarely seen, and do you realize how many of those just happened?
The new wave always reflects the hope of spring, so best to get to know the fresh faces, and not just for their statistics or 40 times or spot on the depth chart.
The next time your child or grandchild has a game canceled because there are no officials or umpires—and that’s beginning to happen more and more—remember “Mother of the Year” from Mississippi.
You could go down the lineup the other night and find all manners of unique journeys to Victory Field.
His story is so Butlerish. Played there, coached there, met his wife in Hinkle Fieldhouse, sent his daughters to Butler, has been a season ticket holder. “The Butler Way” phrase was his idea, and he should have trademarked it, like the boxing announcer did “Let’s get ready to rumble!”
