Change agent. Romantic radical. Lusty wayfarer.
Kyle Whelliston was all of these things and so much more. Over the course of thirty-one years, he wrote 2,373 articles and essays for various online and print publications, as well as some books. As per his last will and testament, all 2,928,255 of his life's words have been collected here, in one place, for eternal posterity. Keep his flame alive. This is the Whelliston Memorial Library.
MMBOW #16 - Darren Brooks, Southern Illinois
Darren is a senior guard for the Saluki-men who stands 6-foot-3 and weighs 205 pounds. SIU's team leader uses his quick hands to steal, his long arms and powerful hops to snare rebounds, and his soft touch to score points. And he scores a lot.
There's a Basketball Game Today at 4 -30 PM ET
HOUSTON -- Bally and I won't be there in Salt Lake City today. We're still in Texas, in the expansive and quiet Reliant Stadium media room. There are so many moving logistical chutes and ladders with something like this, and there simply wasn't enough time to change course.
O’Shea Rides Foul-prone Williams
With 10 minutes left in a tight game at Rhode Island, faced with a noisy partisan crowd and a beefy Atlantic 10 front line, Ohio head coach Tim O'Shea gambled. Despite having four fouls, the Bobcats’ only proven inside presence, 6-foot-8 sophomore Leon Williams, went back out onto the floor.
Sportz Make You Stupid
Sports are great. Actual participation is awesome, but watching other people do sports can still be pretty good too. These days, people can watch sports anytime, anywhere and in whatever state of undress they choose. These are truly the days of miracles and wonders! All thanks to the Sports-Industrial Complex, which brought you mantertainment, lite beer and the Sports Bubble.
Backwoods Freaks of Nature
Interstate 89 northbound is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about. There are plenty of "Next Exit 15 Miles" reminders, too many unsettlingly incomplete gas/food/lodging triads, and trees, lots of trees. By Thanksgiving, the leaf peepers are all gone away - all that's left along the roadsides are ghoulish galleries of dark fingers stripped to their bones, all clawing skyward.