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Spring is here! And that means March sports. Is there a better month in the year for a sports fan? For starters, there is the NCAA Men’s basketball tournament. There will be no UConn 3-peat. Coach Hurley should have taken that Lakers' gig. Are we looking at a National Champion out of the SEC this year? Auburn and Alabama are making a strong case to be the ones cutting down the nets in April. Lest us not forget the NBA. Well, actually, we defecate all over the current iteration of the National Basketball Association. Why? In 4 words - Lebron, Curry, Kerr, Pop. That should tell you everything you need to know. And before you get up on your pedestal, let us set the record straight. We were huge NBA…

In the neon glow of 1960s Hollywood, where charisma was king and speed was scripture, Steve McQueen and James Garner forged a rivalry that pulsed with the rhythm of Formula 1’s roaring engines. These two titans-McQueen, the ice-eyed "King of Cool," and Garner, the warm-grinned everyman - were bonded by a love for racing that found its ultimate stage in cinema. Their clash wasn't a brawl of fists but a duel of egos, sharpened by the celluloid glory of F1 films like Grand Prix and Le Mans. From Brentwood balconies to blockbuster sets, their story is a slow, smoldering burn - a tale of friendship frayed by jealousy, rivalry stoked by horsepower, and a cinematic legacy defined by the racetrack’s siren call. The Starting Grid Neighbors and Co-Stars Their saga…

The 1970s in IndyCar racing unfurl like a sepia-toned ballad; a decade where the scent of methanol hung heavy in the air, steel-nerved drivers wrestled thunderous machines, and every lap was a serenade to speed and survival. Racing wasn't just motorsport; it was a raw, untamed romance between man and metal, played out on ovals of asphalt and dreams. The turbocharged roar of Offenhausers and Cosworths, the shimmer of the Indianapolis 500’s brickyard, and the rise of legends like A.J. Foyt, Mario Andretti, and the Unser brothers turned the '70s into IndyCar’s golden dawn - a time when the sport danced with danger and flirted with eternity. The Machines: Wild Hearts of Horsepower The cars of the '70s were lovers as fierce as they were fickle. The Offenhauser engine, a…

In the annals of Formula 1, no era shines brighter, burns hotter, or lingers longer in the collective heartbeat of the sport than the 1980s. It was a decade of unbridled romance - an era when machines roared with untamed fury, drivers danced on the edge of mortality, and the racetrack was a canvas for legends to paint their immortality. Turbocharged engines screamed like banshees. Circuits gleamed with danger. Rivalries smoldered with a passion that turned asphalt into poetry. Some call it F1’s greatest era, a love affair between man, machine, and destiny that we'll never see again - and perhaps never should. The Symphony of Speed Picture it: the mid-1980s, where turbo engines - those wild, fire-breathing beasts—pushed cars to over 1,000 horsepower in qualifying trim. The Renaults, Ferraris,…

Few rivalries in motorsport burn as brightly - or as bitterly - as the clash between Ayrton Senna and Alain Prost in the late 1980s and early 1990s. It wasn't just a battle for championships but a seismic collision of genius, ego, and ethos that shook Formula 1 to its core, forever altering the sport, its fans, and its soul. From their teammate turmoil at McLaren to their infamous crashes at Suzuka, the Senna-Prost saga was a tempest of brilliance and betrayal, leaving behind a legacy of awe, division, and a haunting whatif that still echoes through grandstands and garages today. The Genesis: Teammates and Titans The rivalry ignited in 1988 when Prost, the "Professor" - a two-time world champion (1985, '86) with a cerebral, calculated style-welcomed Senna, the fiery…

As the engines roar to life for the 2025 Formula 1 season, kicking off with the Australian Grand Prix on March 16, we’re staring down the barrel of what could be one of the most un-predictable and exhilarating campaigns in recent memory. The 2024 season gave us a taste of parity - McLaren snagged the Constructors’ Championship, Max Verstappen clung to his Drivers’ title, and Ferrari emerged as a late-season juggernaut. Now, with the grid reshuffled, rookies aplenty, and the final year of the current regulations before the 2026 overhaul, 2025 promises a wild ride. Here’s my take on the drivers, teams, and storylines that’ll define this 75th anniversary season - complete with predictions bold enough to make even Guenther Steiner raise an eyebrow. The Big Four: A Championship Free-for-All…