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Big Sport's Last Days?
Scandal and corruption have doomed the major leagues
Heavy sports fans, how are ya feelin'?
Considering all the scandal and corruption around the the stick-and-ball leagues, doesn't it feel like Big Sport's Last Days? Be sure to secure a place in your memory for this feeling from the dog days of summer, a time when you really should be out there getting your own body stronger.
Remember the dark emotings of the NFL's Upshaw and Goodell. And keep locked away the worst day of apparently medicated NBA Commissioner David Stern's life.
Remember how shit just shifted and one day you really were interested in what the L.A. Galaxy might be doing? It felt like the end of Big-Time Sports As We've Known Them.
This blog is one place where that feeling is not new.
Back in the day, after my stint as a staff writer at ESPN's mag, but before I published a memoir that focused on the problematic nature of Disney-fied sports, it became obvious that the reigns of the NFL, NBA, MLB, and, frankly, the NHL ought to end. The best of athletics has been in the clutches of some corny old white men, and ain't nobody benefittin' from that — except corny old white men.
Organized sport is great, but it's awful, too. College sport mocks the concept of the student-athlete. And I'm counting the months until the NFL merges with Halliburton and attempts to blitz the world.
Yet I watch. September stretch runs, training camp updates, the Pan-Am games. I hate watching so much that I have to go ride a bike or throw around the baseball.
That's about all you should expect from this blog. Conflicted engagement. Low-End Theory will be obsessed with power and the professional leagues — and media and personality — but mostly I'll obsess on the art of sport.
This space showcases my take on the breaking issues in a wide range of physical competition. (Warning: MOLI's sports content will occasionally feature raw language and unpredictable politics. Adult situations are a distinct possibility, too.) Expect cameos by amazing athletes you've never heard of. (Here are two super-hot upcoming subjects: O.J. Mayo and Todd Haig. If you're hip, stick around.)
So, um, mighty glad to meet ya, and all that. Hope ya read the sports stuff in the morning with your coffee. (I blog best before breakfast.) It would be keen if you gave me a shout every now and again; everything you say makes the blog better. Be sure to stay in touch. We've all got a post-corny-old-white-guy sports landscape to zone.
Considering all the scandal and corruption around the the stick-and-ball leagues, doesn't it feel like Big Sport's Last Days? Be sure to secure a place in your memory for this feeling from the dog days of summer, a time when you really should be out there getting your own body stronger.
Remember the dark emotings of the NFL's Upshaw and Goodell. And keep locked away the worst day of apparently medicated NBA Commissioner David Stern's life.
Remember how shit just shifted and one day you really were interested in what the L.A. Galaxy might be doing? It felt like the end of Big-Time Sports As We've Known Them.
This blog is one place where that feeling is not new.
Back in the day, after my stint as a staff writer at ESPN's mag, but before I published a memoir that focused on the problematic nature of Disney-fied sports, it became obvious that the reigns of the NFL, NBA, MLB, and, frankly, the NHL ought to end. The best of athletics has been in the clutches of some corny old white men, and ain't nobody benefittin' from that — except corny old white men.
Organized sport is great, but it's awful, too. College sport mocks the concept of the student-athlete. And I'm counting the months until the NFL merges with Halliburton and attempts to blitz the world.
Yet I watch. September stretch runs, training camp updates, the Pan-Am games. I hate watching so much that I have to go ride a bike or throw around the baseball.
That's about all you should expect from this blog. Conflicted engagement. Low-End Theory will be obsessed with power and the professional leagues — and media and personality — but mostly I'll obsess on the art of sport.
This space showcases my take on the breaking issues in a wide range of physical competition. (Warning: MOLI's sports content will occasionally feature raw language and unpredictable politics. Adult situations are a distinct possibility, too.) Expect cameos by amazing athletes you've never heard of. (Here are two super-hot upcoming subjects: O.J. Mayo and Todd Haig. If you're hip, stick around.)
So, um, mighty glad to meet ya, and all that. Hope ya read the sports stuff in the morning with your coffee. (I blog best before breakfast.) It would be keen if you gave me a shout every now and again; everything you say makes the blog better. Be sure to stay in touch. We've all got a post-corny-old-white-guy sports landscape to zone.
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15:36 EDT, 29.Sep.07