Excerpts

Home Discomforts

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During the 2011 Copa America, the field-side announcer read out the teams before the game, announcing “in the 10, the best in the word, Lionel Messi.” There was polite applause. “And in the 11, the player of the people, Carlos Tevez.” There was a mighty roar.

Zá-to-pek! Zá-to-pek! Zá-to-pek!

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In the past eight days he has already won two Olympic golds, achieving the elusive distance-running double of winning both the 5,000 and the 10,000m. And now he is minutes away from completing a treble which everyone watching must realize will almost certainly never be achieved again. This is, by the way, the first time he has ever run a marathon.

Defunct

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Relocated, renamed, contracted, defunct. The history of professional sports is littered with teams that failed, moved, or slipped quietly away. And I love them.

Game 7, 1986

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My focus was on winning a World Series for the New York Mets, one hundred percent. But even as a big-league sapling, now three full seasons into my career, I still scoured the box scores each day during the season to see how the Red Sox were doing. On some level, I was still that seven-year-old kid from the summer of 1967, pulling for Carl Yastrzemski and the Boston Red Sox.

The First NCAA Tournament Champions

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So as the first NCAA championship game began, the atmosphere was a mixed bag, with the nation’s coaches in the stands; with a stand-in band playing “Mighty Oregon” whenever it had the chance; with a radio broadcast; yet with many empty seats.