Stephen Strasburg is off to a sensational start and Bryce Harper made a big splash in his MLB debut, but the biggest hero for the Nationals this season might be an usher named Andre Hawthorne for a courageous act performed away from the stadium.

The Nationals will honor Hawthorne before Tuesday's night game, a team spokesperson told the Washington Post, after he saved kids in his neighborhood from a vicious dog attack.

Hawthorne was returning from the ball park to his home in northeast Washington last week when he saw two large dogs terrorizing the kids, some of whom were forced to flee to the roof of a parked car, WJLA reported.

The children were able to run to safety while Hawthorne confronted the dogs with a knife. The dogs attacked Hawthorne, biting him on the left arm and left hand, and he is receiving rabies shots.full story >>

There was a time when Charlie Batch couldn't bring himself to drive down West Street in Pittsburgh's Homestead neighborhood because of the pain that welled up inside him every time he did.

West Street isn't unfamiliar territory mind you. West Street is home to Charlie Batch. It leads through his old neighborhood, to his mother's house and takes him by the football field where his road to the NFL began.

For the past 10 years, West Street has been home to Best of the Batch, the educational foundation of the Steelers' veteran quarterback. It's a place where kids go to learn at what they call The Charlie Batch School, where they can work at one of 26 computer stations and where they play basketball, protected from the danger on neighboring streets.

But located in the same area, Homestead Cemetery sits on 22nd Street, an intersection Charlie Batch must pass through when he travels to his mother's home from practice.

It's the plot of land where his sister has been buried for the past 16 years and a cemetery that for a time, he couldn't bring himself to pass by without all of the anger associated with his sister's murder resurfacing from the depths where Danyl Lynn Settles' memory was once buried deep inside Charlie Batch.

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Perhaps it seems strange that one street could evoke so many emotions. But it's here on West Street where Charlie Batch's heart lies. It's here in Homestead, where Batch -- now preparing for his 14th NFL season -- works to keep families from experiencing the kind of pain that delivered a blindside hit like he's never felt before. It's a life-changing hit that came 16 years ago when the phone rang in Batch's college apartment 300 miles away.

The hit is long healed, but one that Charlie Batch still lives with every day of his life.

First there was dead silence on the other end of the call.

"Charlie," Lynn Settles told her son on that February night in 1996. "You've got to come home."

Batch -- then a junior at Eastern Michigan -- was willing to make the trip back to Pennsylvania if needed, but not without an explanation.

"Before I get on the road for five hours, you've got to tell me why I'm coming home," Batch told his mother.

More silence.

Batch figured something was wrong, but the kind of wrong that was painful to hear, but not at all life-altering.

Then, he heard his mother swallow hard.

Batch braced himself for a dose of hard reality not expecting to hear what followed. Maybe, his mother had called to say that one of his older loved ones -- a grandmother, a grandfather -- had passed.

"I would never in a million years think she was going to tell me my sister had been shot and killed," Batch said.

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Danyl was only a month past her 17th birthday. According to reports, Settles -- then a junior at Steel Valley High School -- was shot while walking down an alley between West and Amity streets with her boyfriend.
In a coroner's hearing, John "Fitty" Payne testified that he and Danyl were distracted by a noise by a fence. They stopped, looked and saw two men wearing hoods.

Payne said he didn't see the faces of the men, but recognized the voice of one of the assailants.full story >>

"If you think something is impossible, keep trying. If you like it, keep doing it, because you are succeeding."

These are words of wisdom from Joseph "Sepp" Shirey, a 12-year-old boy living with his family in Mechanicsville, Va. Like lots of kids, Sepp eats, sleeps and breathes sports. He's on a football, baseball and swim team, and also dabbles in skiing and basketball. Friends and teammates appointed Sepp "commissioner of neighborhood backyards and playgrounds." Unlike other kids, however, Sepp is living with cerebral palsy.

Now you might be surprised to learn that tackle football is Sepp's first love. He's been playing with friends since he was 5 years old.

"I love the hitting, reading the offense and reacting," he says.

When Sepp was nine, his friend Jack Goleski asked if he wanted to play organized football as a member of the Blue Star Cowboys, an affiliate of the Metro Youth Football League. Sepp said yes.

When I first met him, the physical signs of his CP were noticeable. He walks with an exaggerated limp. His muscle control is good, but not great, and his balance is easily disrupted. While he didn't fall during my visit with him, largely because he was sitting down for most of the time, Sepp falls down multiple times daily; occasionally face first into something unforgiving.

He goes to bed most nights telling stories of his new cuts and bruises, and apologizing for getting blood and grass stains on his clothes. In that way, Sepp is like so many other 12-year-old boys.

When Sepp was three years old, he underwent a neurosurgical procedure called a Selective Dorsal Root Rhizotomy, which aimed to reduce spasticity in his legs. Surgery was followed by strenuous physical therapy six days a week, and a lifetime of inconvenience that prevents him from, among other things, putting on and taking off his shoes. The experiences of a normal school day, which every other kid takes for granted, make Sepp so tired at the end of the day that he often comes home exhausted, covered in blisters on his hands and feet from his crutches. He often comes home sick from dehydration. It’s a grind that Sepp endures every day of his life, and yet, always with a smile that never seems to go away.

What Sepp may lack in physical ability, he more than makes up for with determination, effort, and a positive attitude well beyond his 12 years.

"I wanted to play organized football; it was simply a matter of convincing others that it was a good idea," Sepp says.

As it turns out, it was a great idea, and a story that inspires everyone who knows him, and many of those who don’t.

Mike Goleski has played football his entire life, and has been coaching his son Jack’s teams for a number of years. Jack¸ who has been playing football at school with his other friends and Sepp since they were five, came home from school one day and asked if Sepp could play on the Cowboys.

"Sure, he can be a part of the team," the father said to his eager son.

The reality was Goleski, like most others including the head coach of the Cowboys, T.C. Wilson, was thinking that Sepp would have a role as team manager, not as a player. Of course they wanted him to play, but how could he? What they didn’t realize however, was that Sepp and his dad, Hunter Shirey, had entirely different plans.full story >>

Chase Jones was an 18-year-old freshman catcher for the University of North Carolina back in the fall of 2006. That was when he got diagnosed with Stage 4 brain cancer that had spread down his spinal cord.

"It just crushed me," Jones says. "I'd put all my stock in my body, and that showed me how that was a mistake, because when something is off, it totally racks you."

As Jones fought and went through treatment and lost his hair to chemotherapy, his teammates shaved their heads in support. Jones, racked as he was, responded fantastically. Brain surgery, rounds upon rounds of chemotherapy and radiation treatments and six months later, Jones had made it. His cancer vanished, remarkably, by March 2007. From then through the spring of 2011, he played.full story >>

One of college basketball's best players is fighting the good fight against mental illness.

Royce White has led Iowa State to the doorstep of its first NCAA tournament birth in seven years, but it's his battle off the court that is drawing well-deserved attention. White is one of nearly 40 million Americans dealing with an anxiety disorder.

The 20-year-old has been on medication since he was an early teen.

"Anxiety isn’t really something you can measure," White told the Des Moines Register. "That’s why it’s so hard to diagnose, so hard to pinpoint. If I didn’t take my medication, any number of things could happen -- it could affect my mind, and my body. I could get the sweats.

"What anxiety is, is your mind telling your body that there’s a threat, so it produces adrenalin so you can fight off that threat. That could make you do anything, conceptually, but I’m not a dumb individual. I wouldn’t do something off-the-wall like skydive."

White is afraid of flying, but unlike retired broadcaster John Madden, who traveled by bus, he travels by plane with the Cyclones around the Big 12. Royce tells the Des Moines Register he will "ask the flight attendants 10 times if the flight's going to be all right."full story >>

Tebowing, Bradying and Planking are all fun, but there's a new self-portrait phenomenon in sports that's just plain powerful.

"Zaching."

Zach Lederer, an assistant manager of the University of Maryland men's basketball team, is lifting spirits from coast to coast. The 18-year-old is battling a brain tumor for the second time in his life, according to MyFoxDC.com.

Lederer had surgery again on January 25 to remove a cancerous mass, but the Baltimore Sun reports it's what he did with a camera from his hospital bed, while still feeling the effects of anesthesia just minutes after the operation, that has ricocheted around the social media world.full story >>

J.K. Rowling said, "It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."

A New York woman made all the right choices when she successfully used social media to return a camera full of Super Bowl memories.

The first-grade teacher from Long Island was in Indianapolis to witness the Giants' upset of the Patriots earlier this month when a fellow fan asked her to take a photo of his family with his digital camera. In the excitement of the moment, Mary Ellen McPaul forgot to give the camera back to the random fan -- instead putting it in her purse by mistake.

Once she became aware of her error, the teacher wanted to do the right thing, but she had no idea who the owner of the camera was.

"I was just so sad that this man wasn't going to have photos with his family" McPaul told FOX 59 Indianapolis. "I thought, 'I have to do something.'"full story >>

Surely the media has been snowed by the feel-good story that is Jeremy Lin. Churchgoer? Harvard grad? Street baller without the 'tude?

What-to-tha-ever.

GQ decided to look past all the hype and find out what really took place on the mean streets of Cambridge, Mass. when JLin was enrolled -- allegedly! -- at Harvard.

Prepare to be shocked.

Lin had a girlfriend in college and the relationship ended. Gasp! Turns out, however, they parted on "amicable terms." Oh.

How about this? Lin had a teammate in school who went down with an injury. So the point guard went for the jugular, took his job, and never looked back? GQ reports ... Lin went to the team nutritionist and asked for suggestions on what foods the injured player could eat to recover faster.

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And then he spiked the food, right?! Actually no.

Well there is a beer story in here. GQ writer Dennis Tang asks a Lin pal if the phenom has ever had a drink. The response: "I mean ... to say he never has would be ... lying."

There you have it. Wait. What? The friend then goes on to compare Lin to Tim Tebow? And he also bought In-N-Out for a homeless guy?

Fine. But did he get the fries animal style?

Oh forget it. Jeremy Lin's a great guy. Read the rest of the GQ story here.

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By Darren Rovell
CNBC.com

January 31 9:29 am: Tweet from @AntonioBrown84: Indianapolis #steelernation talk to meJanuary 31 9:39 am: Tweet from @sdpaladin: @AntonioBrown84 I live in Indy! Let's get lunch! How's 12:30?

It started just like that.

Steelers wide receiver Antonio Brown had arrived in Indianapolis for the Super Bowl with some time on his hands. So he told his fans where he was. Seth Paladin, a die-hard Steelers fan, had planned his normal Tuesday. He was about to start his day as a sales representative for home security company ADT. But the fan in him decided to be bold, as he quickly scanned his Twitter timeline before going out. Not expecting much, he tweeted at the Steelers Pro Bowler, with 85,000 followers. He wanted to see him in person.

"When I first tweeted at him, I thought there was a very slim chance that he'd see it," Paladin said. "When he replied, I thought to myself, 'This is crazy.'"

What happened next is the most amazing story of athlete-fan interaction in the short history of social media.

That's a pretty high bar, by the way.

Kevin Durant, in the mood to play flag football during the lockout, was told there was a game at nearby Oklahoma State. He showed up. Chad Ochocinco treated 66 of his Twitter followers to a fancy dinner. Shaquille O'Neal offered tickets to a game for anyone who tagged him in a mall. He gave away 30 tickets that day.

But no professional athlete has ever spent the kind of time with a fan that Antonio Brown spent with Seth Paladin during Super Bowl week.

After a series of replies, direct messages, texts, and calls, Brown eventually invited Paladin to his hotel room. They immediately hit it off. With an open schedule, the two of them headed over to a local gym.

Slideshow: Die-Hard Celeb Sports Fans

There, Brown showed Paladin, a Pittsburgh native, his workout routine. They lifted weights. They swam laps in the pool.

And if the story stopped there, it would have been remarkable. But it was far from over.

That night, Paladin invited Brown to his friend's birthday at the upscale chain, The Capital Grille. Brown, who signed a three-year, $1.29 million contract as a sixth-round draft pick in 2010 and made a second-year minimum of $450,000 this past season, graciously picked up the entire bill full of drinks, appetizers, entrees and dessert.full story >>

Michael Chandler left the hospital room not sure what to think. He'd spent time talking and trading stories with a 7-year-old named Robbie, who was not unlike most boys his age.

He liked all the things most 7-year-olds liked, and at one time was full of energy and vigor.

But Robbie was dying of cancer.

Michael was struck by how much Robbie wanted to hear him talk, by how warm and sincere Robbie's smile was, by how genuine he was and by how much it meant to Robbie that Michael had taken the time to visit.

Truth be told, Robbie made Michael feel good, too. Michael couldn't forget the smile, despite how weak Robbie was and how poorly he must have been feeling.full story >>

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