September 16, 2014
by Bill Morris
In Epstein I discovered a smart writer who actually reveled in the cheesiness of the 1970s. And he did it without the killing smirk of irony.
July 10, 2014
by Matt Seidel
In honor of the Tour de France, taking to the couch with Tim Krabbé’s sports classic.
May 8, 2014
Girls basketball was part of the culture. Each spring the TV broadcasts from the capacity crowds at the state’s largest arena in Des Moines took over one of the three stations our antenna received, and it was largely from these games that I learned the names of small town Iowa: Grundy Center, Montezuma, What Cheer.
April 10, 2014
But Woods’s weight as prep basketball’s premier Internet phenomenon — and how dominant he looks in his highlights — might give a false impression of his chances at future success. It’s entirely possible Woods is at the height of his fame right now. I went to the Hammond School to see what that kind of uniquely modern sports celebrity felt like in person.
June 7, 2013
The machine of college football, of American athletics as a whole, would not exist without people like me: people who complain about the world of sports, but who still play. People like me, who forgive the sins, who forget the scandals, because of innocence, ignorance, or both.
October 9, 2012
Cricket fans hate lazy comparisons to baseball, but the literary analogy is an apt one here: if baseball is America, then cricket is—or rather, was—England.
August 31, 2012
by Nick Moran
The “aw-shucks” Rodriguez blundered at his first press conference by answering “Gosh, I hope not!” to the question of whether he needed to be a “Michigan Man” in order to coach the Wolverines. In Ann Arbor, that’s tantamount to saying you’ve never heard of The Beatles. Months later, he would be reprimanded for using the word “ain’t” in an interview.
August 6, 2012
I will now posit a corollary to Godwin’s Law: as a sportswriter’s career progresses, the probability that he will needlessly invoke Nazis approaches 1.
July 6, 2012
by Pete Croatto
“If one of those [Cleveland] teams were to actually win a championship, I think it would be an unmitigated joy. I can’t imagine any Cleveland fan going, ‘You know, I really liked it better when we could uniquely identify ourselves by our suffering.’ I can’t. That thought is, if not really even perverse, it’s just ridiculous.”
April 4, 2012
by Seth Sawyers
I loved baseball but baseball never loved me back. It’s true that I wasn’t fast enough, or strong enough. I did everything right except own the thing that makes a boy an athlete.