Sometimes, you just sit back and watch a master at work.
Case in point: Charles Pierce on Koji Uehara. And beards.
Showing posts with label Charles Pierce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charles Pierce. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Saturday, September 28, 2013
To Tide You Over....
...until the long piece about the Oklahoma State non-scandal hits, here's a few other pieces you should check out.
Adam Sobsey's Bull City Summer has been a marvelous memoir of a season spent following the AAA Durham Bulls closely. It's brilliantly and affectingly written, and this piece on hard-luck OF Brandon Guyer will dent your heart a bit. The rest of the series - and the blog - is well worth reading as well.
Sports On Earth is home to some consistently good writing. This recent guest piece by Susan Elizabeth Shepard stands out, however, for its brutal honestly and refusal to pander to squishy sentimentality. What do pro athletes and strippers have in common? More than you'd think.
There is nothing on Earth better than Joe Posnanski writing about the Royals. Except maybe Posnanski writing about Springsteen. But here he writes about the Royals.
These days the great Charles Pierce makes his crust tearing into politics like a gator tearing into an unwanted Duck Dynasty cast member, but every so often he unlimbers the old sportswriting muscles over at Grantland. The management of this site cheerfully confesses to not being fans of Mr. Simmons' self-absorbtion or style, but he's given Pierce and Jonah Keri a place to play, and that's worth something.
Adam Sobsey's Bull City Summer has been a marvelous memoir of a season spent following the AAA Durham Bulls closely. It's brilliantly and affectingly written, and this piece on hard-luck OF Brandon Guyer will dent your heart a bit. The rest of the series - and the blog - is well worth reading as well.
Sports On Earth is home to some consistently good writing. This recent guest piece by Susan Elizabeth Shepard stands out, however, for its brutal honestly and refusal to pander to squishy sentimentality. What do pro athletes and strippers have in common? More than you'd think.
There is nothing on Earth better than Joe Posnanski writing about the Royals. Except maybe Posnanski writing about Springsteen. But here he writes about the Royals.
These days the great Charles Pierce makes his crust tearing into politics like a gator tearing into an unwanted Duck Dynasty cast member, but every so often he unlimbers the old sportswriting muscles over at Grantland. The management of this site cheerfully confesses to not being fans of Mr. Simmons' self-absorbtion or style, but he's given Pierce and Jonah Keri a place to play, and that's worth something.
Friday, February 15, 2013
All Hail Charles Pierce
It's Charles Pierce's world. The rest of us are just living in it.
There is nothing in that passage I can argue with.
Already, the Red Sox season is off to a promising start.
Brentz, 24, accidentally shot himself in the leg while cleaning a handgun two weeks ago. The bullet entered and exited the leg, and Brentz tweeted that he anticipates "returning to full practice" Monday.
If it had been Josh Beckett, he'd have missed, killed three passersby, and pulled a hamstring, putting him on the DL for 15 days.
There is nothing in that passage I can argue with.
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