Bradley Hohulin

Sometimes things go better than expected, but sometimes you make a Burgerizza.

This dish confronts you with spice, tang and the concept of mortality.

It’s not your grandma’s apple pie, but it could be your drunk uncle’s.

When you can’t go to the concessions, bring the concessions to you.

Notebook paper is great at drying tears and comes conveniently spiral-bound.

The plot against college football is months in the making.

Workouts began June 15 but were paused July 17.

The worst thing that I ever did was what I did to Yu Darvish.

Christmas and the NBA go hand-in-hand, even in July.

It’s staggering how often athletes accidentally kiss.

It’s a long way up from a basketball player’s stomach to his brain.

With no football on Saturdays, how can we enjoy our metaphorical sundaes?

Who needs a Lombardi trophy when you can win an Academy Award?

When your name is literally a racial epithet, the only way to go is up.

The future is here, and it’s covered in grill marks.

Jepsen’s hit singles describe a summer with no players to hit singles.

The man who once haunted my nightmares now fills my heart.

Even though they’re incredibly goofy, you can’t help but love them.

Not everyone can have a happy Disney ending.

This article is awfully appropriate for advocates of alliteration.