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<!--Generated by Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.158 (http://www.squarespace.com) on Wed, 22 May 2013 07:33:49 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Sports</title><subtitle>Sports</subtitle><id>http://www.amcircus.com/sports/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.amcircus.com/sports/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.amcircus.com/sports/atom.xml"/><updated>2013-04-16T20:40:39Z</updated><generator uri="http://five.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.158 (http://www.squarespace.com)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>Recapping the Division II Men's Basketball Tournament</title><id>http://www.amcircus.com/sports/recapping-the-division-ii-mens-basketball-tournament.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.amcircus.com/sports/recapping-the-division-ii-mens-basketball-tournament.html"/><author><name>Editor</name></author><published>2013-04-16T19:33:03Z</published><updated>2013-04-16T19:33:03Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Admit it: you had #2 Winston-Salem taking care of business against #7 Slippery Rock—but alas, the magic of the spring is upon us once again. The NCAA Division II Men's Basketball Tournament has come and gone, leaving a nation enraptured, reeling from the possibilities of what could have been—two early exits from East Stroudsburg and Tarleton State, but the inviolable promise of next year, when our brackets may be better prepared and so may be the Fort Lewis College Skyhawks. BY JAMIE BERK]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Did Deadspin Defame Manti Te'o?</title><id>http://www.amcircus.com/sports/did-deadspin-defame-manti-teo.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.amcircus.com/sports/did-deadspin-defame-manti-teo.html"/><author><name>Editor</name></author><published>2013-01-28T23:53:53Z</published><updated>2013-01-28T23:53:53Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[As Deadspin was celebrating its victory in reporting the Manti Te'o girlfriend hoax, the blog's contributors began to tell the story of how the mainstream media dropped the ball. BY JAMIE BERK]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Soccer Bleu</title><id>http://www.amcircus.com/sports/soccer-bleu.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.amcircus.com/sports/soccer-bleu.html"/><author><name>Editor</name></author><published>2013-01-07T06:28:30Z</published><updated>2013-01-07T06:28:30Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Appropriately enough, I can’t recall the first time I stooped under the bar’s low entrance and walked inside. But at some point in the summer of 2008, while a student in Paris, I began going every day, and between long afternoons in the bar, I found I could not stay away. It was a compulsion that puzzled my friends, professors, and most of all the bar’s regulars, who still look at me like a stranger. But these were the days of the European Championship soccer tournament, and I’d become transfixed by the soccer talk in the bar. When my studies ended I returned home, but on the eve of the World Cup in June of 2010, I boarded a plane for Paris to settle back in at Le Village. BY JOHN SAMUEL HARPHAM]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Whispers in the Shade of Roses</title><id>http://www.amcircus.com/sports/whispers-in-the-shade-of-roses.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.amcircus.com/sports/whispers-in-the-shade-of-roses.html"/><author><name>Editor</name></author><published>2012-11-12T18:21:45Z</published><updated>2012-11-12T18:21:45Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[In the shadows were the days before. "This is what I want to do with my life, but we could have it all taken away from us, " said Dean Roethemeier, a young breeder for Darley America. There, too, was Joe Drape, the horse racing reporter for the New York Times — "I'm pausing just because I think there probably is," he speculated on whether there might be an illegally doped horse in the race. "I wouldn't put it past them." And then there was Bob Baffert, the Hall of Fame trainer, asked how badly he wanted to win. "That is the stupidest question you guys ask," he said. "How bad do you wanna get laid? Huh? How bad do you wanna get laid? Tell me." BY JAMIE BERK]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Hockey's Moneypuck Problem</title><id>http://www.amcircus.com/sports/hockeys-moneypuck-problem.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.amcircus.com/sports/hockeys-moneypuck-problem.html"/><author><name>Editor</name></author><published>2012-05-23T07:56:41Z</published><updated>2012-05-23T07:56:41Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Hockey is inching toward a sabermetrics-type statistical revolution. And like the other major non-baseball North American sports, hockey nerds are naturally taking cues from their baseball brethren, who have just recently seen their good work appear on ESPN tickers and stadium scoreboards. Hockey’s would-be Bill Jameses have even adopted the sabermetricians’ us-versus-them tone—the kind of snark with substance that incubates on message boards after a few thousand unfunny Fire Joe Morgan imitations. BY SAM PAGE]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Gasquet's Tennis and the Triumph of Petulance</title><id>http://www.amcircus.com/sports/gasquets-tennis-and-the-triumph-of-petulance.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.amcircus.com/sports/gasquets-tennis-and-the-triumph-of-petulance.html"/><author><name>Editor</name></author><published>2012-02-23T11:39:39Z</published><updated>2012-02-23T11:39:39Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[It’s only February and it already feels like the dregs of the professional tennis season. The Australian Open, the traditional start of the season and its first Grand Slam, has been over for a month and the next major won’t be played until spring arrives in Paris for Roland Garros. You can see it in the way players approach the court at the ABN AMRO Rotterdam Open, with a weariness that suggests the only thing to be gained is ranking points, not glory. This is the look on the face of our (anti)hero, Richard Gasquet. BY BENJAMIN RILEY]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Highschool Heroes</title><id>http://www.amcircus.com/sports/highschool-heroes.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.amcircus.com/sports/highschool-heroes.html"/><author><name>Editor</name></author><published>2012-01-18T21:46:45Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:46:45Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Drizzling rain dews on a morass of brown hair, a playoff beard worthy of a postseason it won’t see—at least not this year. Each warm-up toss flutters, impacting the individual droplets at a hundred different angles, yet never missing the catcher’s target. R.A. Dickey finishes quickly. Unlike nearly ever other pitcher in the world, his readiness for the game is based not on the loosness of his arm but on how his fingernails are holding the ball. And evidently satisfied with his feel, Dickey puts his head down and soldiers onto the next job. BY SAM PAGE]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Game Night in the Garden of Good and Evil: The Trial, Tribulation, and Redemption of Sean Avery</title><id>http://www.amcircus.com/sports/game-night-in-the-garden-of-good-and-evil-the-trial-tribulat.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.amcircus.com/sports/game-night-in-the-garden-of-good-and-evil-the-trial-tribulat.html"/><author><name>Editor</name></author><published>2011-12-23T22:54:22Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:54:22Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Many a New York athlete has flailed under the bright lights of Jay McInerney's big city. Athletes in New York are always under scrutiny, whether it's the floodlights of Madison Square Garden, the flashes of cell phone and paparazzi cameras, or the allure of a city that never goes dark. Where McInerney's Tad is a typical nightlife hedonist, sport is not supposed to be about pleasure-winning is paramount and nothing else should matter. Pleasure is dangerous because it deviates from the requisite single-mindedness we have come to expect. Players who draw attention to themselves-whether it's a point guard taking bad shots to pad box score stats or a hitter swinging for the fences with a commanding lead-do so at the expense of the team, which stands above all. BY JOHN VILANOVA]]></summary></entry></feed>