Noah Davis is a staff writer at The Classical. He spends his days writing for outlets including The Wall Street Journal, Sports Illustrated, and New York, while watching YouTube videos of Higuita's Scorpion Kick. He tweets the best ones on @noahedavis.
It has become a crucial part of free agent etiquette and basic not-seeming-like-a-jerk PR: players leaving a longtime team take the time and spend the standard rates to take out a newspaper ad thanking the fans they're leaving behind. It's a nice enough idea, but where did it come from?
There's a difference between information and data, at least as the two make themselves felt in televised sports. The former helps you understand what's happening on the court or field or floor, and why. The latter is a burped-up number or acronym, free of context or anything else. Both are a big part of watching sports on TV. The latter, sadly, seems to be winning.
It took 75 years, but the U.S. Men's Soccer team finally won a game in Mexico thanks to a 1-0 win in a skeleton-crew friendly on Wednesday night at Estadio Azteca. The result was about as meaningful as meaningless games get.
Clint Dempsey just finished the best season any American soccer player has ever had in Europe. He is about to get very, very rich because of it. But the enigmatic dude from Nacogdoches, Texas remains stubbornly, and more than a little admirably, hard to know.
Running streaks—the peculiar habit of running a certain long distance every day, over certain long periods of time—are one of the more beguiling weirdnesses of running culture. And in the world of long-running, long-distance running, no family is quite like the Pearsons.