Will Leitch

Here's a common modern complaint about college basketball that I do not understand: I don't even know who these these guys are anymore. This grousing, such as it is, seems to be a response to the dramatic increase in roster turnover that has resulted from the

I recognize that I might be making enemies right off the bat here, but you should know that I am a diehard St. Louis Cardinals baseball fan. This is for a variety of reasons—family tradition, a century of success, a general understanding of what is right and just in

It is an undeniable truth--if an annoying one, for diehards like you and me and everyone else who reads a site like this--that the only thing anyone remembers about your college basketball program is what they do in the tournament. I've been thinking about this specific basketball team

Throughout the Illinois men's basketball team's recent three-game skid, which has been as dark a period of the Underwood era since he was losing exhibition games at EIU (in case you forgot just how dark it truly was at the beginning), I've found myself

We all have our guys. Usually, these guys play basketball the way we imagine we would play basketball, were we blessed with the talent, skills and physical gifts. (And willingness to get out of bed before noon.) Maybe you're a shooter. Maybe you're a passer. Maybe

Exactly two days after I graduated from the University of Illinois in May 1997, my father and I packed up my 1993 Toyota Camry and drove across the country to Los Angeles, where I was scheduled, one week later, to start a job at U. The National College Magazine. Older