Eric Freeman is a staffer at The Classical from San Francisco. He writes daily at Yahoo!'s Ball Don’t Lie NBA blog. Follow him on Twitter @freemaneric.
A Novak Djokovic victory is almost always impressive but rarely inspirational, akin to watching someone recreate a Jackson Pollock painting drop by drop from the world’s longest instruction manual. As a physical accomplishment, it’s amazing. As a piece of drama, or really just athletic narrative, it’s a little dull. For full appreciation as an athlete in a state of continual self-improvement, he requires the right context.
In which our hero wins his club a huge match and gets hated on. With good reason, this time.
Sports coverage can annoy, but it has a baseline—the games every fan cares about—against which we can judge the mountains of bullshit. Political reporting, sadly, has no clear bottom.
In which our hero visits a college to use the bathroom.
In which our hero gets shouted out by British rapper Tinchy Stryder, and not just because "Balotelli" rhymes so easily with so many things.