Author Bio & Stories

  • Greg Lalas played soccer in the MLS, and has covered it as a reporter and editor for a variety of venues. In his role as founder of Kicking and Screening, a film festival dedicated to soccer films from around the world, Lalas is still finding new ways to see the beautiful game.

  • John Rocker was once, if briefly, a very effective Major League pitcher. A decade or so later, he has reinvented himself as a part-time right-wing polemicist and full-time human example of the paralyzing, toxic effects of dumb fame.

  • There's no denying LeBron James, if there ever was. So why the incredibly powerful urge to do so? It's not the players, as it turns out. It's the game.

  • On managerial middle-schoolisms, declining sluggers, terrifying bobbleheads and the origins of the popular baseball slang term "Poop Towel." Complicated... but quite simple.

  • Mark Judge's paean to Bryce Harper, 19-year-old baseball prodigy and "conservative hero," has been kicked around the internet since it made its falling-down-the-stairs-and-then-catching-on-fire debut on the Daily Caller last Friday. It's absolutely as bad as you've heard, but not necessarily for the reason you might expect.

  • Matt Cain's perfection, R.A. Dickey's inspiring imperfection, a tasteful collection of erotica edited by Joaquin Arias, and a kitchen device called The Bixler that needs to be recalled, and quickly, before someone gets hurt.

  • The NFL seems determined to start and win another labor-related staring contest, this time with the NFL Referees Association. The rich tough guys may win this negotiation, but that doesn't mean any of it makes sense.

  • No-hitters, curvaceous relief pitchers, the apocalyptic appetizer-swarm of the late-'90s Cleveland Indians. The horror. The horror.

  • At one time, TMZ Sports was actually talked about as a potential competitor for Deadspin. That never happened, and instead it's a Lamar Odom-obsessed ghost planet ruled by cackling, sour-hearted ghouls. Thank goodness.

  • May 31, 2012
    Undercover Bosses

    The Miami Heat went into the Big Three era looking for all the world as if they were ready to turn the game and business of basketball on its head. Instead, they've become something much more prickly, small, joyless and familiar. Where's the fun in that?