In Sunday’s Detroit Free Press, Mitch Albom wrote, “Once upon a time, we looked away.” Journalists eschewed private lives to focus on the sports. Tiger Woods and TMZ are pushing sports into a gotcha culture of celebrity journalism. Yesteryear was a simpler, purer form of journalism. Now, it’s more complicated. Albom’s lament is eloquent and concentrated, but it’s simplistic. Continued at The Big Lead
Liverpool has a cold. Well, that’s being polite. It’s more of a wheezing and hacking tuberculosis, exacerbated by the dust accumulating on the club’s last English league trophy. Portsmouth are bankrupt and bottom of the table, yet they comfortably dismantled Liverpool’s full-strength team during a 2-0 Saturday win. Karmically, Javier Mascherano tackled savagely, received a red card and injured himself. Shankly was certainly rolling. Continued at The Big Lead
The three-team übertrade involving the Phillies, the Mariners, the Blue Jays and Cy Young winners Roy Halladay and Cliff Lee is not “complete,” but pending Halladay passing a physical it’s a reasonable certainty. At least on paper, this deal looks good for all three parties.
Last week the dire Red Sox were in bridge mode. They land John Lackey for five-years $85 million. Now, they have “the best rotation in the American League” and are World Series contenders. Both extremes are convenient hyperbole for baseball writers wishing to inject drama, but we must ask. Why is everyone so jazzed about John Lackey?
“You aren’t fit to wear the shirt.” The normally restrained Frenchman, Arsene Wenger, resorted to a rousing English cliche, and, despite just one Englishman in the squad, it worked. Arsenal capitalized on fortune andAndiry Arshavin’s right foot, recovering form an insipid first half for a 2-1 win at Anfield.
Whether it was the story or the soundtrack, The U generated excitement. Shown a 9:00 PM on a Saturday night, it was not appointment viewing, as many of us have significant others and social lives, but it was certainly appointment DVRing.
The strength and, in some cases, the weakness of the 30 for 30 documentaries is the personal fingerprint. Here it was helpful. Billy Corben, the director of Cocaine Cowboys and an avowed Miami fan, presents the Hurricanes’ ascendance their way. In their own words, the “thugs,” “hoodlums” and “convicts,” as well as those who coached and covered them, describe the experience. This film was captivating and it was successful.