On March 16, 1991, two weeks after the tape of Rodney King’s brutal beating by Los Angeles police went public, a 15-year-old African American girl named Latasha Harlins walked into an L.A. market to buy orange juice. As she approached the counter, she put the juice in her backpack with one hand while holding money in the other.

Fuzzy security footage shows how their failed transaction ends: Harlins picks up the orange juice, which has fallen on the floor, and places it on the counter. She turns to walk away. But before she can get three feet she suddenly crumples to the ground, because the shopkeeper has pulled out a shotgun and fired it into her back.

Super Bowl 50 is almost here, and the Carolina Panthers have been the most exciting team all season—largely due to quarterback Cam Newton. No one in the NFL is more fun to watch, mostly because no one is having more fun than he is. Newton is quick on his feet, launches the ball downfield with pinpoint accuracy and can evade defenders and run the ball himself. And the whole time, he has a giant grin on his face and the best dance moves in professional sports. Man, I can’t wait to see him walk all over Tom Brady and the New—wait, what?

Cristiano Ronaldo is famous for two things. He’s one of the world’s greatest soccer players—depending on the year and the whims of FIFA, perhaps the greatest. He’s also exquisitely good-looking. Before appearing in his skivvies to market his own underwear line, he modeled for Giorgio Armani in addition to fulfilling the expected sportswear modeling contracts. And his mug is so attractive, he has even been a spokesman for a bizarre contraption promising to firm facial tone. The makers of the new documentary Ronaldo likely intended to deliver a film about the star’s football skills, not his looks. But the movie is most interesting when these two things collide.