Once upon a funkadelic time, goggles weren’t a punchline, they were the show. This is the story of the bespectacled spectacles who turned corrective lenses into a fashion statement and a competitive edge. Raise your glasses — literally.

Bobby Bonilla may be the ubiquitous Bernie Madoff equivalent when it comes to players fleecing their teams but what if we told you that his is hardly the most noteworthy of one-sided contracts?

In battles between David and Goliath, we always cheer for David. But, what if David is a an asshole?

They sold us a savior. They gave him $28 million to disappear.
This isn’t cap strategy — it’s The Usual Suspects with load management.

Six dynasties eat steak; the other twenty-four lick the plate and call it character. We did the math on fan suffering and started a support group anyway. Come recite the pledge and learn the One Blowout Grace Rule.

We all play fantasy football for fun. Let’s make sure your commissioner has fun too, and is not actively plotting your demise with every waking moment.

Draft night sells stories; year one sells receipts. From castle-proof to rotgut regrets, we pour each rookie and see who burns clean. Bring ice for your takes.

I blew calls at 16, my daughter stuck the landing at 9, and in both cases the loudest adults missed the point. The answer isn’t screaming at refs or handing out clone medals. It’s consequences with grace—and yes, I brought jokes.

Cooper Flagg is the headline; the story is how you become that headline. We set his curated grind against a nameless template of hunger and let the film decide what travels.

Tight end is a museum with two originals and a gift shop of knockoffs. Pay up for the real art or walk past and stream the souvenirs.

QB lust is how rosters die. Sit on your hands, stack WR thrones, and let someone else pay single-malt prices for well whiskey production.

Rookie RBs are fireworks—loud, brief, and gone by Labor Day. Draft the 15-carry metronomes while you hoard WR gold and watch everyone else chase smoke.

RBs age like milk—and hype curdles faster. Ignore the buzzwords, scoop the undervalued grown-ups, and watch the room donate points all fall.

They’ll be hunting sleepers while you’re living rent-free in their frontal lobes. Part I reveals the one-move mind game that turns NFL Fantasy Draft night into your victory parade.

Nature is a body-horror parade, and the NBA is full of players just as terrifying. From ear-burrowing wasps to playoff assassins, meet the creatures that haunt both ecosystems.