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The Saints won! The Saints won! A victory for the city of New Orleans! A victory for Drew Brees and Jonathan Vilma! A victory for … for … us! The media! Who dat, bitch? Who dat?
Although Super Bowls are traditionally a time for the wonderful world of mindless sports coverage, this year will be better [...]

Here at jeffpearlman.com, where dreams come true and bribes are accepted, I like having up-and-comers speak their mind. Hence, Yaron Weitzman—a junior at NYU, an aspiring journalist and the pride of New Rochelle—has been contributing his weekly thoughts

Today’s post: Sports and gossip …

It was cute in the beginning, when Rex Ryan joined the Jets and started slinging yang left and right. He talked shit about Bill Belichick, he talked shit about Channing Crowder. Blather, blather, blather, blather.
Today, in the aftermath of the Jets’ humiliating 31-14 loss to New England, he continued to talk, moaning aloud about a [...]

Roughly 30 years ago, when I was 7 and my brother David was 9, we were sitting at the kitchen table at our home in Mahopac, N.Y.

“Which football team do you like?” our father asked.

“I like the Giants, said David.

“Well,” I said, “I guess I’ll like the Jets.”

That was 1979.

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ROCKIES vs. PHILLIES:

Phillies are the defending champs, but they’re far from the same team as a year ago. A ballclub can get by with many things in the post-season, but not without a closer.

Following my Keith Hernandez post from yesterday evening, a few people pointed out my apparent hypocrisy. How, they asked, can someone rant against “cheaters” like Barry Bonds and Sammy Sosa, yet support the Hall of Fame candidacy of a cocaine user like Keith Hernandez?
Boy, do I loathe this argument.
Look, steroids and HGH make you a [...]

Did anyone else see Mike Tyson on Conan last night?
Man, what a fascinating guy.
My life in sports has sort of paralleled Tyson’s, as far as the years involved. When I was a kid/teen, Tyson was coming up through the ranks, battering the Marvis Fraziers and Tyrell Biggses of the world.
I was riveted.
Then there was Tyson’s [...]

When Bud Selig initially introduced the idea that the All-Star Game winner gets home-field advantage in the World Series, I thought, “Bravo!” At long last, the modern ballplayer will take this event as seriously as Ruppert Jones did back in ‘84.

Alas, last night’s game was another yawner. Players laughing, cutting up, etc. Some took it seriously, others clearly didn’t. It was better than the 2002 monstrosity, during which:

A. Torii Hunter robbed Barry Bonds’ homer, then found himself atop the cheater’s pimpled shoulders.

B. We were given a tie.

C. Selig was officially cemented as a turd.

I’ve written four books, and all of them have received some very good reviews and some fairly terrible reviews.

It comes with the territory of subjectiveness. This isn’t mathematics, where an equation either works or doesn’t. Reactions to writing are 100-percent opinion. Some love, some hate, some are indifferent. It is what it is.

That said, I hate—hate—hostile reviews.

Today I received an e-mail from a baseball beat writer who I’ve always liked. He was angry because, in a childish, off-handed way that I now regret, I termed it “pathetic” that he used to go to bars and drink with the players he was covering.