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A team that once could seem a little bloodless has, in the absence of its best player, become scrappy and slightly unpredictable.

How the Clippers ruined the Hall of Fame point guard's final season.

At the event, the matchups seemed beside the point, eclipsed by FIFA's bizarre Peace Prize ceremony for Donald Trump and other cringey moments.

Is the race to create ever more lavish spectator offerings in America's largest venues changing the fan experience?

Are the higher speed and intensity that have made the game so fun to watch the very forces that are sidelining its stars with injuries?

He is the vestigial organ of a football team, a remnant of the time before the forward pass. And yet, now and again, he can be vitally important.