It says a lot that Off The Bat's entire existence seemed to be building up to the Celebrities and Legends Softball Game during the All-Star break. It's unclear what purpose, if any, it serves now. Well, beyond grim existential metaphor, as usual.
In which Adam Dunn's influence on Chief Keef is revealed, Brandon Moss looks a little like a buff George Saunders, and Fat Joe displays late movement on his fastball, sort of.
Medium looks cool, and can make a viable case for Future Of Internet Publishing status. It also has a new sports website, and an editor who was willing to answer some questions about it.
A pitch of writing: some unexpected commentators have made the World Cup more of a Word Cup, with delightful results. Certainly more delightful than that wordplay!
Over twenty years, Nike's soccer ads have traced a change in what global athletic celebrity means. Virtues like teamwork and unity are praised, but the praise is drowned out by the positioning of athletes as disposable corporate deities.
The wit and wisdom of the only new name for the Washington NFL Team that's nearly as offensive as the old one. It's morning in Raljon, MD or somewhere.
The latest, most triumphant return of America's most infrequently published Sporps Periodical. This issue is about the music of sports, from devotional cumbias about Maradona to the novelty recordings of a Yinzer sports bard.
There was grumbling in the Houston Astros clubhouse over struggling bonus baby Mark Appel. There's plenty to complain about in Houston, but it's not necessarily Mark Appel's bullpen session.
It may well be that the Cleveland Indians were named after one of their first great stars. That's only sort of an explanation, and not nearly an excuse, for one of the most unfortunate mascots and team names in professional sports. Slowly but steadily, anything but change seems increasingly insufficient.
The Oakland Athletics were baseball's best team through the first half of the season, and recently mortgaged their future to get better. If this seems strange, you've probably read Moneyball. It was a good book, but we'd all do well to forget about it in this case.
On July 24, 2004, the Boston Red Sox were still cursed and Barack Obama was an obscure State Senator. Things started changing on that day, and haven't stopped since.
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