Sports

Every Monday morning, the modern media machine treats the sporting weekend like a clinical autopsy. Pass-completion percentages, expected-goals algorithms, heat maps that look like unhinged weather radars, and television pundits shouting over one another in fluorescent studios. By Tuesday afternoon, the spectacle feels less like athletic theatre and more like a forensic corporate audit conducted by men in ill-fitting suits. We are claiming Fridays instead. And we are doing th

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