Thursday, August 17, 2017

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...

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...

Old Dude is Still Figuring out Facebook, Blows Up Horndog Fest for Julia Mancuso

This week's social media equivalent of someone 'introducing' you to Modest Mouse. By Kyle Magin People who are sincere on social media are the best. A typically fun/sexy/I-live-in-sunny-perfect-places Facebook post from World Cup skier Julia Mancuso of she and bestie/rad snowboarder Hannah Teter paddleboarding in bikinis on Lake Tahoe this week produced this particular comment thread: https://www.facebook.com/JuliaMancusoUSA/photos/a.10151613204437693.1073741826.131459577692/10152906345252693/?type=1&comment_id=10152906353447693&offset=0&total_comments=124&comment_tracking={%22tn%22%3A%22R3%22} Robert Dwyer Perfect butt! ! Like ·...

Born to Run came out the same year I did and it probably means more to me than it should

This week 40 years ago, Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band’s Born to Run dropped. It was the first big album with small intentions and remains a reminder of a moment when commerce and art committed to one another fully. By Andrew Pridgen The closest thing to a big rock album this century, the Foo FIghters’ Sonic Highways, was a...

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...

“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,...

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...

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 NBA Finals: This jacket is the real MVP

With apologies to Andre Iguodala (and Quentin Tarantino), the night the Warriors won their first title since 1975, this is how I tucked my son in after the Warriors' 105-97 NBA Finals-clinching victory. By Andrew Pridgen Hello, little man. Boy, I sure heard a bunch about you. See, I’m your dad. I was in that pit of hell called being a Warriors fan...

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