Former Red Sox first basemen Bill Buckner threw out the first pitch today at Fenway’s home opener. Buckner is of course remembered for letting Mookie Wilson’s “little roller” shoot through his legs in game 6 of the 1986 World Series. Some things casual fans may not realize though:

1. The game was tied when Buckner made the error
2. The Red Sox had already blown a 2 run lead during that same 10th inning
3. Bill Buckner had a borderline Hall Of Fame career, amassing 2,715 hits

Today he was met with roaring applause, and according to Buckner, all is forgiven. But hey, you gotta love Vin Scully’s call…

Remember the Dream Team? Yea, the best team ever assembled for any sport in history… that one. Those guys were legit. Michael Jordan, Charles Barkley, Magic Johnson, Karl Malone, Patrick Ewing, Larry Bird and the greatest white man to ever play any sport, Chris Mullin, all packed on one team? Hell yea.

Where are they all now? Jordan is selling underwear with Cuba Gooding Jr., Malone is probably a mailman in Utah, and Barkley is a mediocre announcer for TNT or something like that. Luckily, Ewing managed to do something completely spectacular off the court, which was using his potent man-seed to make a badass son.

Patrick Ewing Jr., the 6′8 Georgetown forward, completely owned at the 2008 College Dunk Contest. Its actually possible that the only person that could have beat him in the contest was his own dad (who, as of today, was enshrined to the NBA Hall of Fame). In honor of this great basketball family, check out the 2008 dunk/ a Patrick Ewing montage.

Oh, no. We don’t have the legal written consent of the National Basketball League. We’re rebels like that.

Patrick Ewing Jr. dominated last night’s State Farm Slam Dunk Contest - this might be one of the best dunks EVAR!!!111

Pictures have been discovered. Pictures of Matt Leinart. He’s out drinking… He’s got a beer bong… He’s in the hot tub with…four women.

Alert the media. Sound the air raid. Get Homeland Security on the horn. Call the army and tell them to redeploy our troops from Iraq to Arizona. Get down on your hands and knees and pray to the Lord Almighty. And for Christ’s sake; somebody better get a hold of Sean Salisbury.

Seriously. I challenge anyone to try watching this montage of Mike Tyson’s greatest quotes and not laugh. What’s really laughable though, is the recent rumblings of a Mike Tyson, Evander Holyfield rematch later this year:

British heavyweight Danny Williams told BBC Sport last week that any Holyfield-Tyson rematch would be “a freak show”, and “an insult to everybody’s intelligence”. Another critic of a Holyfield-Tyson bout is former undisputed world heavyweight champion Lennox Lewis, who beat both of them. “I wouldn’t give Tyson a hope,” he said. “Evander’s obviously the better fighter but I’d rather see him do something else. Why fight the same fight again? We all know who would win.”

The last Tyson-Holyfield in 1997 ended when Tyson was disqualified for biting off part of Holyfield’s ear, not once, but twice:

Like he said himself in the first video “I’m gonna make sure you talk about me. Your grandkids and greatgrandkids are gonna know about me. I’m gonna make sure of that. You’ll never forget about me. Your greatgrandkids are gonna say ‘Wow, wasn’t that a bizarre individual?’” Why yes, yes it was.

After 17 seasons, three MVPs, a Super Bowl ring and more records than you can shake a stick at, the Mighty Brett Favre is finally retiring. If you’re anything like me, you may have come to a point where it seemed that this day would never come. And that’s not to say that you or I was dying for Farve to hang it up; it just felt plausible that he might actually play forever.

Two and three years ago–when Favre was slinging interceptions like Ryan Leaf– I eagerly awaited the day that number 4 would unlace his shoes. I couldn’t stand the ridiculous media attention, the off-season indecision, and most of all, chowder heads like Joe Theisman swinging from Favre’s chain making excuses like, “That’s just Brett being Brett.”

But by the end of the 2007 season, Favre came back like never before, putting up career numbers and finishing at the top of the quarterback heap once again. Even I, who at one time hated Favre and the Packers more than any team in the league (due to their consistent trouncing of the 49ers in the late ’90s), found myself rooting vehemently for the Pack against New York in the NFC championship game. With all rivalries aside, Brett Favre is extremely likable and a stand-up professional athlete, not to mention one of the top three to ever take a snap.

But what happens now? Butte County’s own Aaron Rodgers, I guess. And you’ve got to feel sorry for him in a way. Unless he’s the next Steve Young–which is highly improbable–Aaron Rodgers is going to be in for a rough ride. God speed, Aaron. It might not be too long before we see you drinking beers down at the U-Bar.