… Some days, it rains.
I first read, in no particular order, every word Ernest Hemingway ever published in book form in a one-bedroom apartment in downtown Minneapolis, one block behind the Hennepin County Medical Center. I think I had read For Whom the Bell Tolls, before that, but I plowed through it again, though not with the ferocity with [...]
Well, it looks like old Landslide Romney did it again. Eight fucking votes. It took him four years, somewhere in the neighborhood of $10 million and all the SuperPac money a nice Mormon guy can get dropped in his lap like gold plates from heaven, but he finally won the Iowa caucuses, though he stayed [...]
The Athletics. The Orioles. The Nationals. The Rockies. The Blue Jays. These are a few of the teams ranked ahead of the Minnesota Twins by a pair of MLB writers in their power rankings, which moved on the wires Saturday. This is the last time we’ll chat about this. Promise. Let’s get the knocks against [...]
Well, we finally got a look inside the briefcase. The new sportswriting website grantland.com made its debut yesterday, to no limited amount of fanfare, both self-generated (a countdown clock? really?) and organic. And the opening three-course menu set off no small amount of text messages, emails and discussion threads in the writing community. Initial reactions [...]
I love Time-Zone-Inappropriate baseball. Allow me to explain. My evening doesn’t begin until your morning newspaper (heh) is running on the press. Thus, my options for an afterwork ballgame are something that’s already finished (and something about which I already know the ending) or the ass-end of a West Coast ballgame, if I am lucky. [...]
There was much wagging of tongues, spilling of ink and gnashing of cyber-teeth during spring training when someone from the Minnesota front office leaked that lefthander Francisco Liriano was not in the Twins’ long-term plans. This set off a chain reaction, whereby the New York Yankees — desperate for pitching — inevitably got floated as [...]
And spring means baseball, flowers, birds, rebirth, all that shit. But we’d be remiss if we didn’t note the passing of Nate Dogg, homeboy to Warren G, and hook singer extraordinaire. He’s dead at 41. We can’t think of a better tribute than the now defunct Wikipedia entry deconstructing the lyrics to Regulate. Gotta be handy [...]