Next weekend will mark one of the most over-hyped events on the sports calendar: the NFL Draft.

If Frank Haith is such a great recruiter, then why am I watching a McDonald’s All-American Game full of players headed to Duke, North Carolina, and Georgia Tech, but not Miami?

While most of you were spending your spring break in exotic locations all over the globe, I spent mine in Miami, where for one week the rest of the world came here. It’s not strange to see Latino Americans in South Florida, but I have never experienced anything like The World Baseball Classic.

Going from 15 wins in one season without Wade to contending for a home playoff series with a healthy Dwyane Wade is proof beyond the numbers that Wade should at least be in the talk for MVP, if not the favorite.

As Nate Robinson walked into the locker room after his second dunk of the first round of Saturday night's Slam Dunk Contest, I was a bit puzzled as to what was going on.

Like him or not, Alex Rodriguez cheated his profession.

As soon as Ben Roethlisberger connected with Santonio Holmes for the Super Bowl-winning touchdown, it was obvious what was going to litter the airwaves the next day.

When Cowboys fans look up their company tree, I can’t blame them for running from what they see. High atop this tree, one of the tallest in the NFL, sits Jerry Jones.

I've never been one to complain about the school's policies and procedures at football games.

For my entire time at Miami, I have been patiently awaiting the end of the Kyle Wright era.