Philadelphia is a soccer city. Yes, I said it. I do not mean to say that Philadelphians hold soccer, footy, football, futbol, whatever you may call it, in the same regard as they do football or baseball. But it must be said, there seems to be a paradigm shift at work. Certainly there are those […]Read more "Philadelphia: a soccer city"
Growing up in North Carolina, if someone asked you who “your team” was and you said Duke, at least one of the following things was true: You were a Yankee You were an alumnus/alumna (likely, a lawyer) You were loud, unapologetic and obnoxious You were Bobby Hurley My best friend was the third of these, […]Read more "It’s Time To Stop Hating Duke (and Coach K)"
This article was originally published in The Daily Pulp on April 10, 2013. As baseball season commences across the nation from the home run fishermen in San Francisco Bay to the Green Monster in Boston, so too does the annual romanticism behind America’s favorite pastime. I myself am excited by the notion that I might […]Read more "Does Baseball Still Matter?"
This article was originally published in The Daily Pulp on September 30, 2014. In 1998, I was six, Derek Jeter was twenty-four, and Yankee Stadium was still on the south side of 161st street. On a cool May Saturday, I sat midway up left field, often more interested in concessions than the game, and watched […]Read more "The Last Bat: A Bronx Finale for Derek Jeter"