Sunday, November 19, 2017

How to remember Erik Roner’s life without focusing on his death

Truckee resident Erik Roner, 39, died Monday in a skydiving accident at Squaw. The incident was the equivalent of a NASCAR driver perishing in a head-on on the way to the store to grab a gallon of milk. That said, Roner was a guy who lived without limits and died within them. I only hope his life is recalled...

Yogi Berra took a little piece of heaven with him

“Mr. Berra,” his first Yankee manager Casey Stengel once said, “is a very strange fellow of very remarkable abilities.” He died Tuesday at age 90. By Andrew Pridgen I don’t believe in heaven. Not the kind they try to sell you on TV, anyway. There is no life in the clouds, no harps to greet you, no 24-hour Angel food cake...

Barry Zito should have quit, but he didn’t

In every unironic way imaginable I am a Barry Zito apologist. The possibility of a Hudson/Zito reunion/match-up in Oakland next Saturday (9/26) for me is orbiting somewhere in the same solar system as being invited to the closed-door Creed/Balboa bout or standing next to Fredo in that weird Cuban sex club and discovering he’s the worst brother ever or...

Baseball isn’t fair

A recent trip to the Midwest has Kyle Magin reeling from the pitiable probability of an early playoff exit for Pittsburgh or Chicago. By Kyle Magin If form holds in the National League Central, baseball is about to give you a tantalizing look at what will never be this week because it’s a sport built upon the corpses of its insufficiently-gestated...

God Bless you Uncle Bill

Goodbye to William Stiveson: devoted father, grandfather, educator, Catholic and...devout football fan. By Andrew Pridgen It was late-August of 1992. “Uncle” Bill Stiveson was my high school’s vice principal. I was the incoming student body president. Early one morning, a few weeks before the start of school, I was down at his office working on something for the first assembly...

Barry Bonds: Real-life misanthrope and social media genius

How did the most hated man in all of sport become the happiest guy on the internet? By Andrew Pridgen Barry Bonds has always been known for a kind of calculated obtuseness. In the ‘90s and early 2000s, when he came to prominence as the greatest hitter of his generation and arguably, all time, the media both in the Bay Area—and...

To Paul on your 40th

Every year for his birthday, I write a note to my buddy Paul K. Sloan. Paul died on the 89th floor of the South Tower, World Trade Center on 9/11/01. Usually it’s a pair of letters. The first (uncensored) is hand-written and put in the box. And the second has the good parts taken out and made suitable for...

Serena Williams is the Sting of tennis…and that’s a good thing

How many more decades do Serena and Sting have to toil and dominate before we stop treating them like the belt loop for which society hangs its mobile device and start giving them their due as today's GOATs? By Andrew Pridgen It’s like there should be three 30 for 30 documentaries about Serena Williams. One for each generation of tennis she’s...

Hunter Pence’s return is uncertain as is the Giants’ 2015 campaign

San Francisco’s emotional and statistical leader is sidelined till August. But will he be the same when he gets back in the lineup? By Andrew Pridgen Unless they can steal one on Sunday Night Baseball, the Giants are in danger of finishing a six-game East Coast swing winless; losing three close games in Miami before wilting in the crushing humidity of...

Longing for the glory days of (Ski) Porn

Like all of porn we've gotten so used to the ridiculous that the sublime is now nostalgia. In other words, in today's ski porn the money shots just aren't the same. By Andrew J. Pridgen Fall is Ski Porn season. This year especially, I'm having a difficult time reconciling my addiction. For those unfamiliar with the genre, Ski Porn isn't a bunch of...