This makes for some awkward basketball. One brief session involved explaining that you cannot walk while holding the ball. The three-second rule has exposed our school system’s inability to teach kids to count higher than two. And, no, you will never, ever make that half-court shot. How do I know? Because the ball is landing on the free-throw line — that’s how I know.

I’ve been jonesing to go to a baseball game—must be the summer heat. It’s a beautiful sport: the one-on-one duel between the pitcher and batter, the equal distribution of play (everyone gets an at-bat, doesn’t matter if you’re Ted Williams or Miguel Tejada), the spectacle of the ballpark, the food, the songs, the long season that turns players into workaday characters. Fact is, it’s baseball season almost as much as it is not baseball season, and the drudge of 162 games turns the sport into one that’s more calm and unhurried in its pace.

I was just dickin around on the glorious interwebs when I came across what might be the most racist team logo in sports history, if there wasn't a team named the "Redskins".

The Denver Invaders played in the Western Hockey league in 1963-1964 under the logo below.