If you waited until evening and hurdled past the spoiler alerts on news and sports channels, you’d have had to wait until after 11pm to see Bolt make history

Andrew Bree didn’t know much about Knoxville, Tennessee before he arrived over a decade ago at the prestigious university around which the town is built.

Even President Barack Obama took time out of his busy re-election campaign to wade into last week’s debate-du-jour.

When the email from the Orlando Hurling Club in Florida popped into my inbox a few weeks back, I wasn’t sure how to respond.

Van Morrison’s Into the Mystic seems to nestle on the humid air and float away off to the Ramapo Mountains, visible in the distance beyond the ballpark’s centre field fence.

Writer and journalist George Kimball hung on long enough for one last American Independence Day. He died a year ago on Friday.

Last week was a mixed one for former athletes, with Texas coursing through their veins.

Americans like their team sports to be reduced to duels, the battle of stars who are more often than not defined by recent form.

I was never much of a hurler and abandoned the game as a 16-year-old, worn out from the summers of sorrow that went hand in hand with being a member of the worst underage Blackrock team in living memory.

Just over a decade after Cavan’s footballers beat Kerry to win the 1947 All-Ireland final in Manhattan’s Polo Grounds, a horse called Cavan won the Belmont Stakes in Long Island.