June 2013
1 post
May 2013
4 posts
Doing It To Death #2 →
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Pending jams for pending summer.
Doing It To Death #1
We made a mixtape.
April 2013
11 posts
What We Talk About When We Talk About Colin Cowherd | The Classical →
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“Herein lies the central flaw of the Embrace Debate ethos: it’s not actually debate. It’s the creation of false binaries and the funnelling of dopey opinions through exceedingly narrow passageways. It’s ‘Who Ya Got?’ and tactless iconoclasm. Its structure is rigid and requires its participants to stand at one pole or the other, never anywhere near the middle, and so it excludes questions that have more than two or three rote answers. Worst of all, it supposes sports are not interesting enough on their own, that viewers, readers, and listeners won’t stick around if the opinions aren’t extreme enough. It assumes sports talk needs all sorts of additives: play-acting, hyperbole, and, yes, schtick. It sees sports—and specifically sports fandom—only as tribalism, and that’s depressing, especially since the approach is apparently lucrative as hell.”
February 2013
1 post
Without A Dope Beat To Step To
Sorry we left you. Here’s the Punch Drunk Love of basketball highlights as a token of our appreciation. I actually found myself whisperscreaming “PLEASE MAKE THEM” during the foul shots.
November 2012
5 posts
A Trip To The Youtube Doubler
Knicks Fandom: An Illness That Keeps On Giving
There’s a large photograph of me in the foyer of my Mom’s house. In said photo, I’m 9, at Disney World, being hugged by Pluto. Many of the awkward trappings of the age-serious buckteeth, shorts and high socks, a fanny pack(!)-are all on display and commented upon by any guest unfortunate enough to see it. There is one aspect of my 9-year-old self that I’m quite proud of, however, and that’s the Knicks Starter hat that I’m wearing. I’ve been a devotee for as long as I can remember. When I played basketball in the driveway, I was Patrick Ewing. Watching Charles Smith not put the ball in the basket makes me tear up instantly (so much so that I’m not even going to link to the video for fear that I might accidentally watch it myself). I have a “Nobody Beats The Wiz” baseball hat signed by Charles Oakley. In short, the Knicks. I weathered the storm of the 2000s, and was excited by the prospect of the Donnie Walsh era.
This summer I was prepared to walk away.
