Back during the Civil Rights era, certain ignorant tools became well known for their nonstop opposition of equality. Even today, a half-century later, the names roll off the tongue like chunks of bitter herbs. George Wallace. Bull Connor. Justice Jim Johnson. Strom Thurmond. Ross Barnett. On and on and on the list goes—men whose words …
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Florida Gulf Coast was hammered by Florida tonight. The dream is dead. The glory has ended. The players will return to campus, enjoy a brief pep rally, then fade from color to black and white. It happened to Mouse McFadden, it happened to Fennis Dembo, it happened to Taylor Coppenrath. It happens to them all. …
So Eddie Payton has a new book out, Walter & Me, that is (I’m pretty certain) intended to counter Sweetness. Contrary (I’m guessing) to some beliefs, I’ve got zero beef with Eddie. In the course of researching Sweetness, he granted me two lengthy sit-down interviews, and guided me toward many of the key figures from …
It’s 10 pm, and I just put the kids down after a long day at Six Flags Great Adventure. A looooooong day. I love roller coasters and, in theory, I love amusement parks. I’m a fan of crowds–check. I’m a fan of rides—check. I’m even a fan of funnel cakes and overpriced milkshakes—check, check. I …
There are many keys to researching a book, from lining up the right interviews to finding the right research materials to discovering new little details that have never before been uncovered. Few things, however, are as important to me as the piles. By piles, I mean piles … … and piles … … and piles …
Hello everyone and welcome to today’s “The Stack” with me, Nathan Stacken. Let’s hope this blog doesn’t collapse any time soon unlike the Chicago Bulls. Ouch! That was tough to watch. There is plenty to talk about with that game and so much more so let’s get right to “The Stack.”
1. Heat complete comeback, move on to NBA Finals. [...]
A couple of weeks ago I returned to a major league clubhouse for the first time in, oh, a year. It was nice being back, the comfortable rhythms of a life I once knew very well. Players dodge the press. The press congregates. A star goes to his locker. The press follows. Ah, like home.
Yet whenever I long for a true comeback to covering baseball, [...]
Just wanted to remind people of the second-annual Casey Pearlman Holiday Toy Drive. All donated gifts go directly to the Blytheadale Children’s Hospital, an amazing place that gives everything directly to children in need. Contact me (email@example.com) if you’d like to donate a toy. I’ll be happy to send you a signed copy of The …
Ever since I started writing for Sports Illustrated back in 1996, I’ve had a personal love-hate relationship with its Sportsman of the Year. Sometimes, the choices have been unarguable—the women’s soccer team, Tiger Woods, Buddy Biancalana. Other times, however, I’ve wanted to rip my hair out. Brett Favre? Dwayne Wade? That Roger Federer never won the damn thing—and now it’s too late—is a shame. I mean, who was better?