The Ratio Is The Triple Crown Of Bad Tweets
Every bad tweet lives a life. They begin as every tweet begins: in idiocy and shame, but also with hope. No tweet will ever be anything but the legible stain of a person yielding to the human impulse to transcribe the precise sound of every fart; even the good tweets that exist are basically the rec...
The St. Louis Rams Have Nothing To Be Sorry For
You don't call Mike Francesa's radio show unless you are upset, and probably also otherwise damaged in some way. A person who is doing fine, thanks, does not run some avant-garde hear-me-out-Mike trade—Nothing crazy, just Eli Manning for a couple of first-round picks and a couple of second-round p...
Whatever Happened To Sports On Earth?
Originally published at The Classical....
The Ravenously Shameless Pastel Brutality Of The Miami Marlins
The following was originally published in the 2014 edition of Baseball Prospectus. In a departure from established practice, this year's edition features contributions from a wide array of outside writers, who came through with a series of essays that shows off the full stylistic diversity of contem...
The Grim, Coppish Concerns And Macho Sketchiness Of Paul Lo Duca
This is part of an ongoing series in which, with the help of friends and associates, we're reviewing the merits—and relative lack of merits—of the players on this year's Hall of Fame ballot. All entries in the series can be found here....