Getty   Ah, Autumn. There's a nip in the air, and probably in the pocket of the tweed jacket belonging to the stout gentleman with the field glasses. The sun beats down, melting the frost on the turf. The women are in silk headscarves, breeches, and puffer vests for once, athleisurewear of the last century, And we're all ready for the action to begin. It could be a steeplechase, or it could be a flat race, but the excitement is always the same. The sleek, powerful beasts are in the starting gate. The crowd holds its breath. THEY'RE OFF!     Horses? Who said anything about horses? I'm all about the Jack Russells, spunky little dogs who will tear your arm off if you try and stop them (which is why the people who catch them at the end wear the same kind of gloves as people who handle eagles, no lie). They are a wee titch excitable on race day (and every other day) and that's why the racing rules include muzzles these days. Bred as rat-catchers, these pups never shy a...

Tom Brady is keepin' it real, ya'll! The divorced, ball-deflating, former quarterback - who bravely forswears all nightshade vegetables and once compared playing sports for billions to being deployed in Iraq - is trying his darndest to be the bestest dad ever. But dad'ing is really hard, according to Tom, when you're the one and only Tom. As he told John Legend on some SiriusXM show this week, he feels for his kids when he goes to their school sporting events or simply goes on a pap  innocent stroll with them, because everyone rushes forth and only wants to talk about Tom-Tom-Tom. "I don't want to take away from their moments," said Bestest Dad Tom, but being Tom, he adds, means he has to "deal with things different than other people."  Tom, we get it. You're famous. Fame equals fame-whores. Yet I don't recall any previous former pro football dad whining about this. Is Rob "The Gronk" Gronkowski bitching about being a famous foo...