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Ram remains alive in men’s doubles action at the All England Club—and has his work cut out for him.

“Players will run through a brick wall for this guy.”

“There are actually a lot of fish that have this condition, but I thought it was pretty damn hilarious,” says Matthew Niemiller.

Question: If you could press a button and make one Indy thing vanish forever, which would you choose?

Let the Instagram haters do their thing. The fact is that Lance Stephenson never fails to amuse—and his shot, even in the offseason, remains silky sweet.

His nine-year tenure with the Colts was historic—and let’s not forget his cameo appearance on TV’s ‘Criminal Minds’ as a cub detective.

“I just want to be normal again,” says the occasional Hoosier. “It’s not normal to be shopping and have people yelling just your name in the aisles.”

The World Cup comes just two months after the debut of the Indy Eleven. While the world’s game has long struggled to find permanent footing stateside, interest in the sport has been rekindled.

“When I build a team, I want diversity,” says Fever head coach Lin Dunn. “I imagine a team like a bowl of fruit: apples, peaches, pears, bananas, and some nuts. Different perspectives and different personalities. You can’t have too many nuts, though!”

Via @JoshuaOwen: “The saddest part of The Fault In Our Stars, was definitely when Augustus fell into the chocolate river and got sucked up into the tube. Sorry for the spoiler.”

Hunter-Reay was in the New York neighborhood of Green’s movie premiere to film an episode of The Late Show. Here’s what happened.

Via @realjohngreen, “Very sad to hear of the death of Maya Angelou. She was a brilliant writer who used her platform with care and thoughtfulness. Godspeed.”

Of all Stephenson’s stunts last night, his most notable one was blowing into LeBron’s ear late in the game.

Champion Ryan Hunter-Reay is now on a national tour, blitzing the media and sipping champagne with his wife—but still not milk with his young son, that’s for sure.

I raced after his golf cart, jumping through pedestrian traffic like it was a game of Frogger. I charged through the doors, but an imposing security guard turned me away as Jim entered the conference room.