Howie

There was Howard Siler at the bottom of the Lake Placid bobsled run last Saturday: red team parka, red warmup pants, red moon boots and gloves—and a beauty of a fresh red wound high on the bridge of his nose. The...

The road wound for hours, from one end of the island to the other, disclosing a countryside that had a postcard look: lush, green-on-green, burros idly switching along, full-breasted women balancing parcels on their...

Meet the Murrays of Miami, a mighty mélange: Mom, Pop, 10 kids, plus two Saint Bernards and—you might say—a Mexican hairy. Sports is their game but living is their art

The training regimen for the game of darts is beer—and a few champions are at their best when they have to be held up to shoot. They—and a million others, some of them sober—are Closing the missile gap in U.S. pubs

There seemed no reason to be apprehensive. On Sundays a bunch of guys edging toward middle age got together for a little pretend football. Trouble was, it was pretend pro football. They should have hired Vince...