As doctors expect Redskins quarterback Robert Griffin III to rehabilitate his surgically repaired right knee ligaments and meniscus in time for the 2013 season, teammate Tim Hightower is proof that timetables are nothing more than frameworks established by precedents.
The eight-month countdown to the start of the 2013 Washington Redskins' regular season began in earnest Wednesday when quarterback Robert Griffin III emerged from surgery. Renowned orthopedist James Andrews reconstructed the anterior cruciate ligament and repaired the lateral collateral ligament in Griffin's right knee. Now Griffin is rehabilitating against the clock.
It's been a long, strange trip for what appears to be several tiny chips of lunar rock that found their way into a casino mogul's hands after being collected by the first men on the moon.
An American company that made its reputation manufacturing equipment for Canada's two national sports will become Liverpool's equipment supplier.
A judge in Las Vegas on Friday gave Floyd Mayweather Jr. until June 1 to turn himself in to serve a 90-day jail sentence for his guilty plea in a domestic violence case, allowing the undefeated boxer to meet contractual obligations for a Cinco de Mayo fight against an as-yet unnamed opponent.
The ailing former physician-owner of a southern Nevada endoscopy clinic at the center of a hepatitis outbreak isn't fit to stand trial on felony charges, despite findings by state medical personnel, his lawyer said Tuesday.
As we see Americans who took part in one way or another in World War II begin to fade from the scene in large numbers, we start to understand the bittersweet feelings that overtook previous generations about other conflicts in our history. But there are many reasons why the term "greatest generation," now almost routinely applied to them, is not so hyperbolic.
On my long shelf of biographies of Franklin D. Roosevelt and his times I count at least eight that already touch on, and sometimes salivate over, the varied romantic and sexual escapades of both FDR and his wife, Eleanor. Does this sad world need yet another helping of salacious Rooseveltian tittle-tattle?
Once upon a time, there were a lot of Americans in Paris. We liked them and they - well, most of them - liked us. And one of us the French liked very much was an enterprising young woman named Sylvia Beach who, in 1919, opened a bookstore on the Left Bank and called it Shakespeare & Company.
