Thursday, April 26, 2018

The Force has finally woken up Harrison Ford

Asleep at the box office for almost a quarter century, Harrison Ford is finally back thanks to Han Solo...and the man who originally took him out. By Andrew Pridgen I've spent the last 36 hours dissecting Star Wars: The Force Awakens reviews and from what I've culled...the good (NYT, The Guardian, SFGate) the bad (LA Times) and the indifferent (Variety)...

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...

One More For Coach

Legendary--in the non-hyperbolic, actual sense of that word--basketball Coach Pat Summitt died Tuesday at age 64 from complications of Alzheimer’s-type dementia. She essentially founded the women’s basketball game in America and has had a direct hand on all 10 U.S. medals earned in Olympic play. Written by Kyle Magin You’ll read far more in-depth pieces on former Tennessee Lady Vols...

Things are getting so bad I’ve started listening to R.E.M. again

...And I’m not sure how I feel about it. By Andrew J. Pridgen It’s not that I ever stopped liking R.E.M. it’s just that I grew up and away from them. There was more out there to discover. R.E.M. was a gateway drug like shake weed, Natural Ice or glossy print porn before the world was full of disgusting Eastern...

Listening to Vin Scully call his final innings was truly heaven on Earth

Thank you Vin for blessing us with your 67 years in the booth. By Andrew J. Pridgen Vin Scully makes no bones about his faith in God and man...with baseball somewhere there in the middle. He came to the end of his 67-year career in San Francisco Sunday, calling the final game for his beloved Dodgers against the Giants, the team he...

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...

Arnold Palmer and the Past Perfect

The course will be left alone to rot and deal with the wind off the shoreline and the fiery waves crashing against the rocks. An errant scrap of paper will blow by like a tumbleweed to remind the sky above that we were once here. The King, it can be said, is dead. By Andrew J. Pridgen There is a...

The story of runner 45429 as she counts down to Sunday’s New York City Marathon

Her name is Elizabeth Ewens. She is my sister. This is her journey. (Warning: it’s not one of those about overcoming adversity as much as it’s just about her being really super-present which is a total hurdle for people today. So that’s huge—right?)   By Andrew Pridgen My sister is this kind of brilliant and generous person who does pretty much...

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...

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...