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The year 1968 was a turbulent one: Uprisings and social protests against war and oppression exploded throughout America and across the globe. Meanwhile, in the backyard of a 40-year-old assistant football coach from Port Aransas, Texas, another revolution was quietly taking shape — one that would unleash havoc on the gridiron and spawn an offense that would run roughshod over the sport of college football for the next two decades.

"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else." 

-- C. S. Lewis

By Alex P. Vidal

NEW YORK CITY -- Like most of my friends I was born and baptized as a Christian. My basic education in religion was about Christianity, about Jesus Christ as the "Son of God" our "Savior who died for our sins."

Picture yourself in the comfort of your own living room, researching a vacation worth blowing your savings on. But you’re not squinting at a screen on your phone or tablet: Instead, garbed in a headset and gear out of a Tron flick, you are virtually walking onto a plane and selecting a seat that isn’t in airline Siberia, taking a test drive in a Tesla rental car and making sure that hip hotel isn’t a youth hostel in disguise.

It was something of a rude shock.

That is, to find out on my first day — looking forward as I was to an initial week of irresponsible drinking and, I had hoped, experimentation with various forms of drugs and shagging — that my university was run by the Roman Catholic Church. This little fact hadn’t been mentioned anywhere in any of the college literature I had received, and it can certainly take the wind out of one’s sails to turn up to one’s new home, hoping for a hotbed of interesting and novel ways to have sex, and find nuns — nuns — waddling around the campus.

"Boxing is real easy. Life is much harder." 

-- Floyd Mayweather Jr. 

By Alex P. Vidal 

NEW YORK CITY -- Aside from his power and durability, Conor McGregor can't convince oddsmakers that he has what it takes to upset Floyd Mayweather Jr.

Like Angel Manfredy in 1998, oddsmakers predict that McGregor (21-3, 18 KOs) will be swallowed whole by Floyd Mayweather Jr. (49-0, 26 KOs) when they clash at the T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas on August 26.

Brett Lindstrom has taken his hits. After all, the former quarterback was a walk-on at the University of Nebraska, not exactly a program for powder puffs. There is no glory there for benchwarmers, who usually serve as tackling dummies for future NFL players. Even in a 2002 Rose Bowl appearance, Lindstrom was subjected to humiliation: watching from the sidelines while Miami, as he puts it now, “kicked their asses,” in a 37-14 beatdown. About half of his fellow freshmen walk-ons hung up their cleats before their senior year, says Lindstrom, but he stuck it out, graduating after five years with snaps in just five games. “There was a rule in the Lindstrom household: You finish what you started.”