… 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 [...]
Dad was a 3M engineer. He did a bunch of things and refused multiple promotions because he didn’t want the stress that comes from being in management. For a while, he was a teacher in their classroom facility, a building straight out of the 1960s, complete with windows that were 6-inch slats. It sat next [...]
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. [...]
This is what makes baseball great. Frankie Liriano — Left Arm of God, Head of Rashard Mendenhall — was one more poor outing from leaving Minnesota’s rotation. So, of course, he went out and threw a no-hitter against the Chicago White Sox. But of course, it has to be weirder. It was pretty weak, as [...]
The laurel-crowned losers, the regents of Springtime, When pud-tugging ballclubs play masterful ball. Chimeras in stirrups, these monarchs of April, Who win as if cruel September won’t call! Palookaville Blue Sox, first place in the standings. Fat pitcher, trim pitch count – a shutout is thrown. The [...]
No Pepper has a new recurring series, brought on by a new technology. In Major League, remember all of the newspaper covers you see bemoaning the Indians’ losses or heralding their victories? No Pepper is proud to bring you those stories. Rick Reilly brought you the season preview. Now Joe Posnanski updates us on how [...]
On the heels of his wildly successful and in no way embarrassing look at the pop culture goodies inside his office, ESPN’s director of Page 2, Lynn Hoppes, comes to NoPepper to present Lynn Hoppes’ Baseball Memorabilia Corner. Hey there, bros. Lynn Hoppes here from my Page 2 mancave in Bristol. And boy, you’re all [...]
Bad sports columns happen every day. But every once in a while, a particularly wretched screed presents thoughts so vile that the entire internet, seemingly, responds in unified wrath. Such was the case when pornstachioed cretin John Steigerwald of the Washington (Pa.) Observer-Reporter wrote a column that blamed San Francisco Giants fan Bryan Stow for [...]