Because it feels like home, and because it is enveloping, being a devoted fan of Major League Baseball can be an intensely comforting thing, especially when confronted with the unfamiliar. But, at some point, we all have to leave home.
No team is more L.A. than the Lakers. Los Angeles is the city where movies are made, a place where massive and irresponsible dreams either come true or spectacularly don’t. It is a city built on stories: individual and collective, real and fake, meaningful and inconsequential. This is why, maybe the only reason why, Ramon Sessions can seem important for a few months in spring.
Estadio Azteca is one of the stranger, better and more terrifying places on earth to watch a soccer game. And maybe to watch anything, actually. Two Azteca veterans compare notes on one of soccer's holy, and wholly weird, sites.
On Sunday, baseball season began in Mexico City with an olympic archery demonstration, a jersey retirement ceremony, and a first pitch thrown out by Trevor Hoffman. The game itself, between Mexico City’s Diablo Rojos and the rival Tigres de Quintana Roo, started an hour behind schedule. It then lasted four and a half hours and featured 42 hits.
In the final installment of #KennyLoftonWeek, Eric Nusbaum discusses Kenny's career as a Cleveland Indian. Both the Cleveland Indian he was, and the Cleveland Indian he could have been.