Monday Night Football has been a cornerstone of American television since its inception on ABC in the 1970s.

The Denver Broncos will be sweating this week on the fitness of quarterback Peyton Manning, who led them to their eighth win of the season on Sunday but saw his injury-prone ankle targeted in the process.

The first time I got to touch the Sam Maguire was in October 1990 when he and Liam MacCarthy came to visit Blackrock Hurling Club.

The way the Boston Red Sox clinched the World Series this past week is almost too corny to be true.

One of the signposts welcoming traffic to Brooklyn from Queens calls on those who pass by to “Believe the Hype”, paraphrasing that classic Public Enemy hip-hop track.

Even weary fans of the Dallas Cowboys could not have imagined how they would succumb to their nightmare defeat by the Detroit Lions when apparently in control of their NFC clash in Motown on Sunday.

Forever burned into my memory from the New York Jets game this past Sunday will be my good friend Rob Gallo leaning back at an almost impossible angle, silent joy gripping his face, his eyes wide, his happiness complete.

The highly-anticipated showdown between Denver Broncos quarterback Peyton Manning and his former team, the Indianapolis Colts was as tense as it was emotional on Sunday night.

When the GAA and the GPA bring the streamlined Super 11s hurling to the campus of Notre Dame on Saturday, they’ll be hoping the skills and the speed do all the talking.

Ted Ray, who won The Open just over a century ago, is one of many who did justice through words to the macabre nature of golf.