Nine days. That’s what’s left between right now and the moment Hard Rock Stadium turns into the loudest building in America. Miami and Notre Dame, Sunday night, season opener, 2025 season, everybody’s eyes on South Florida. And the question every...
Every August, somebody with a podcast microphone and a chip on their shoulder tells you the preseason doesn’t matter. Throw out the tape. The starters play twelve snaps. Nobody’s game-planning. It’s glorified practice with ticket prices. And every...
There’s a line that keeps surfacing whenever the conversation turns to how this administration has landed on Black and brown people, and it’s deceptively simple: my life ain’t changed. You hear it from people who voted one way. You hear it from...
Everybody wants to know which Miami receiver breaks out in 2025. Wrong question. Or at least, an incomplete one. The far more interesting thing happening in Coral Gables right now isn’t a coronation waiting to happen — it’s an audition with no incumbent,...
Every August, a very specific kind of lie gets told in this country. It gets told at cookouts, in barbershops, in group chats, and in the comment section of every single fan account with a team logo in the handle. The lie is short and it goes like this: we’re...
