With David Goldblatt
byToday, we get the answers from David Goldblatt, the author of the new book The Games: A Global History of the Olympics.
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Etcetera 17.
byThis softball team runs on sloppy joes and orange cake.
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The coach keeps a bottle of Coke on the mantel, in case of emergency.
The Incident: My Basketball Selves
byIt’s the hypotheticals of that moment that haunt me. What if he’d tripped over his legs and blown out his knee, or gone tumbling into the wall and hit his head in a way that triggered bleeding in his brain? At the time, I thought of myself as an activist. Some of my teammates even came to my support—I’d stood up to the coaches. But the self-aggrandizement quickly dissolved into guilt, and six years later it’s more or less remained with me.
With Andrew Forbes
byToday, we get the answers from Andrew Forbes, whose writing has appeared in Eephus, Hobart, The Classical, and Vice Sports, among other places.
Basketball in the City of Sin
byThe NBA’s Summer League concludes next Monday with the mini-tournament’s championship game, held at the Thomas & Mack Center in Las Vegas, Nevada. So last weekend, as the Summer League was about to kick off, I did what I like to do and embarked on another road trip into the desert to watch some more meaningless exhibition games.
Etcetera 16.
byWater! At the square root of sports is water.
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Squirt water on the boxer’s head between rounds. Squirt the water all over his jaws.
The Road to Omaha
byIf you missed it two weeks ago, the Coastal Carolina Chanticleers earned their first College World Series title in a winner-take-all series against Arizona, 4-3. And your follow-up question may be “The Chanti-who?” According to…
Victory, In the Streets of Lisbon
byIt sounded like bedlam. Shouts. Cheers. Jubilation. The yelling gave way to song. Someone started up his motorcycle and revved his engine in tandem with chants of POR-TU-GAL! POR-TU-GAL! I’ve never been so happy to lose a bet.
With Bruce Bauman
byToday, we get the answers from the novelist Bruce Bauman. Bruce is the author of And the Word Was, and most recently, Broken Sleep. He is also one of those rare New Yorkers with an allegiance to both the Yankees and Mets, and a contributor to Eephus.
Zá-to-pek! Zá-to-pek! Zá-to-pek!
byIn 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.