Sunday, February 25, 2018

Death of the Press Box’s 16 biggest posts of 2016

It was the worst of times and then times got fucking worse. By Andrew J. Pridgen and Kyle Magin In hindsight we might think about how cute and quaint our complaints of this year really were with no world wars, no internment camps, no jailings of dissenters and not having to say sentences like, “I can’t believe they bombed my Starbucks...

Fifteen years on

I'm drunk and wearing flip-flops on Fifth Avenue. Once you've fallen from classical virtue. Won't have a soul to wake up and hold you. — Rufus Wainwright By Andrew J. Pridgen Paul’s sister was a buyer for Bergdorf Goodman. On the morning of September 11, 2001, she was on her way to work and her brother was already at his desk. She...

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...

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...

Frank Gifford’s CTE diagnosis casts the NFL’s sepia years in harsh light

We learned last week the good old days of the NFL were just as bad if not worse for a player’s health. The league built its tough-guy image on a hit that Frank Gifford was on the receiving end of in 1960. A hit that forced him to take a year and a half off and prompted his family...

Garry Marshall raised me

...And I think he did a pretty OK job. By Andrew J. Pridgen I grew up a latchkey kid. Or, in today’s terms, I was free-range parented. There were some long days, especially during the summers, when I would go eight or ten hours without the accompaniment of an adult this side of Charles Ingalls, Schneider or Mr. Drummond. From them...

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...

Merle knew what it’s like to walk the Streets of Bakersfield. As it turns out, you might too

Oildale's favorite son Merle Haggard, country's only true believer and a man who made something out of dirt, died on his birthday April 6. He was 79. By Andrew J. Pridgen I recall with relative clarity one languid spring Friday afternoon scene at Robert’s Western World in Nashville listening to third-tier honky-tonk acts reverb off of our half-empty cans of Coors...

23 incredible things about A.J. Tarpley’s retirement announcement

Following in the footsteps of 49ers’ linebacker Chris Borland who retired after a single season in the pros last year, the Buffalo Bills’ A.J. Tarpley is hanging up his spikes and skipping out on millions so he can do things like: live to hoist his grandchildren, not request his brain get studied then shoot himself in the chest after a...

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...