Sunday, May 27, 2018

“Excerpt from a text convo lamenting how boring ski porn has gotten” A story for aging bros who came of age in mountain towns during the early 2000s

As told by every sad bro ever since the trailer for Fade to Winter dropped Wednesday. By Andrew Pridgen “Sup bro?” texted James. He was sitting in traffic and pretending not to text which made it look even more like he was texting. Pause. (An ellipsis denoting Mike texting back made James smile.) “Sup,” Mike texted. James and Mike have been bros for a decade,...

Gene Wilder wasn’t funny which is what made him hilarious

Gene Wilder died on Sunday night at his home in Stamford, Conn. He was 83. By Andrew J. Pridgen Funny never dies. That’s the first thing that came to my mind when I heard of Gene Wilder’s death on Monday. Some things are eternal and as long as there’s memes and late-night cable, there will always be room in this world for...

Jose Fernandez is the embodiment of a spirit we seem to have lost

"I think that what makes a player good is not out there on the field, it's who he is as a person. I know where I came from, and I know what I want." — Jose Fernandez, age 20 upon receiving 2013 National League Rookie of the Year honors. By Andrew J. Pridgen Jose Fernandez isn’t just special in memory. He is...

Matt Cain brought me back to baseball

The Giants’ longest-tenured arm tearfully bid farewell to his teammates Wednesday with the announcement that Saturday would be his final game. Twelve years, one team, three rings and a perfect game. But that doesn’t nearly tell the whole story… By Andrew J. Pridgen My fandom of the San Francisco Giants, the team that in the late-’90s somehow came a lost boarding...

I miss my MTV

It’s shocking how not shocking the 2015 VMAs were. By Andrew Pridgen Were the James Beard Awards presented by Buffalo Wild Wings®, it’d feel a lot like the 2015 MTV Video Music Awards. The host network is now in a movie villain’s pre-freefall, grabbing at the ledge of pre-teen eyeballs using a medium no longer relevant. Today, the M for music is...

The Trinity of West Coast Baseball

Is this heaven? No, it's California. By Kyle Magin There’s a place, somewhere near the sun’s resting place, where baseball is still told as a story. Octogenarians and a sexagenarian do the telling in tasteful suits on TV and over the airwaves. They contextualize Yasiel Puig or Madison Bumgarner’s dazzling ability in baseball’s century-old saga with charming anecdotes woven in and...

The Elephant Bar is where dreams went to die were they to have known they were dreams in the first place

RIP Elephant Bar. We will miss that dry heave-inducing Kona Kooler and Chicken Lettuce Wraps combo over a post-work drink lament on a Tuesday. By Andrew J. Pridgen I was fortunate enough to call Concord my work home for three years early in my career. As a community reporter for the Contra Costa Times, my beats were Martinez, Walnut Creek...

Why Meryl Streep’s Golden Globes Speech Ought to be Studied and Emulated Over and Over and Over

Disrespect invites disrespect. Violence incites violence. When the powerful use their position to bully others, we all lose. By Andrew J. Pridgen Meryl Streep should not have had to use her Golden Globes Cecil B. DeMille lifetime achievement acceptance speech as a battle cry. It should have been a long and lugubrious list of tipsy thank yous to her husband,...

To my father on his 70th

Today Craig A. Pridgen would have turned 70. This is what he taught me. By Andrew J. Pridgen The father of one of my best friends growing up had a study. It was down a long hallway of the second story of their house and it mostly sat empty—the darkest, most shadowy corner of the home. I never set foot inside...

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...