Friday, April 20, 2018

Competition Sucks: An unwelcome pennant battle

Editor's note: Since Kyle Magin wrote this column, Verlander got his groove back against the Indians (because Cleveland is the baseball version of flying to Montego Bay and hooking up with Taye Diggs) pitching seven innings, giving up only four hits and one earned run, walking one, striking out eight and lowering his ERA to 4.73.) There’s a dearth of...

The beautiful game and its beautiful fanbase

All those pizza parties and orange slices and Igloo cylinders full of warm, watered-down Gatorade and Honda Odysseys with the sticky movie theater floors and the mysterious gray streaks on the third row seats have finally paid off. Soccer has planted its checkered offsides flag into the heart of America. We've declared this before, 1994 to be exact. But...

Tony Gwynn: Beloved Guru, Victim of Vice

You climb a mountaintop to learn philosophy from a guru. You visit Mexico City to study scale from Diego Rivera’s murals. You flip open Hemingway to understand writing. In the afterlife, you’ll listen to Tony Gwynn when it comes to hitting. Not only is he one of the greatest to ever ply the trade, but he also appeared to be...

Goodnight Sweet Vince

I'm not sure why, but I have this distinct memory of Vince Young bounding into the end zone from the ten yard line at the 2006 national championship game, clock running out, soaring in slow motion over every USC defender, its entire sideline, every bent-billed frat guy's three-series parked on The Row, its overstuffed-white-turtleneck cheer squad, NCAA scofflaws Reggie...

Ranking David Halberstam

Editor's Note: DPB's writers introduce their summer sports reading lists this week. Here Kyle Magin shows the easy life of summer in the Sierra is best balanced with the substantial works of David Halberstam. The term ‘Summer Reading List’ really only exists as a concept because the publishing industry wants you to buy more books. In my experience, checking off...

Putting the D in dethroning the King

Did anyone see game three? Did anyone rejoice? Or was it a little sad after all. I think it was a little sad. LeBron James can't play basketball when he's defended like a human being by a human being who is playing basketball. He's mortal when he faces a mortal who treats him like a mortal. Yep. We're all people...

Raiderette lawsuits have legs and the NFL isn’t cheering

On the surface, several late-night talk show monologue zingers lie in wait about the Raiderette lawsuit against the Oakland Raiders and, more recently, the National Football League. Stuff like: If the Raidettes are complaining about how little they're making to give the product on the field the spirit finger, fans of the Silver and Black should demand at least...

Hey Soccer!

from: Andrew Pridgen to: Soccer date: Wed, May 21, 2014 at 10:41 AM subject: hey! hey hey, just a quick 'hello' and wow, know you're heading to Rio next week. RIO! I've always wanted to go there—especially (guilty pleasure alert!) since the Romeo and Juliet …the one with Leo and Claire Danes and Paul Rudd. Though nobody really remembers him in...

When sportsmen played sport and sportswriters wrote

One big drawback to writing a sports blog is that sports blogs exist. There used to be sports writers. That's right, actual writers who wrote about actual sports. Now there is neither. Jimmy Cannon, Red Smith, William Mack, Gary Smith, Frank Deford, Jim Murray, A.J. Liebling, Tom Wolfe, Hunter S. Thompson, Richard Ben Cramer, Bob Considine, W. C. Heinz — hell, Hemingway...

Why Steve Kerr (and everyone) is choosing San Francisco over New York

It happened slowly like all things happen slowly, then overnight. Did you see? Did you hear? Maybe both or neither or both at the same time, but it happened. Somehow, some way, San Francisco became the place. The (italics) place. Not just the place for hippies or panhandlers or homeless teens or righteous gays or wayward straights or young families...