“let’s have a toast for the douchebags, let’s have a toast for the assholes”
“I had stayed in my car, huddled over a radio, so I could barely hear the final minutes of a November hockey game. Not a playoff game, a November game. What was the message there? At the moment it was clear to me: anyone who cared about sports that much and had the chance to get paid to write about sports was crazy if he didn’t do it.” (78)
“The nickname stuck instantly. Back then I didn’t mind it that much because I was one of the youngest guys at the Post. I didn’t especially like it when I got older and guys at the paper younger than me who didn’t even know why I had the nickname used it. And I really can’t stand it when a complete stranger comes up and uses it. I try to be polite, but I’m not great at it.” (221)
we conclude our series on john feinstein‘s career wrapping book with a focus on the wackness, and i’m not talking about a movie starring method man and an olsen twin. i have been irked by royalhalo all week, and have wanted to tell him (i assume he’s a man, because of his extreme jerkery, but i could be wrong) to get off my dick, but taking it all in stride, because it’s a learning opportunity, right? well-he touched my lebron cramp translation, and i was livid. and i unfollowed the muthafucka-i can learn plenty on my own, thank you very much.
anyways, i can identify with feinstein’s quote on doing what you need to do, but that doesn’t mean it’s always sunshine and roses, and this blog will be all about the athletes that he didn’t appreciate working with, and why.
“By the summer of ’89, Agassi had emerged as a star and Chang had won the French Open. Chang apparently only spoke on February 29 and Agassi already had a posse that was pretty much impenetrable. Plus, I didn’t have much desire to penetrate the posse.” (254)
“Chang didn’t really care about his image. But he hated doing interviews, and on the rare occasions that he did one, almost all his answers came back to his relationship with Jesus Christ.” (253)
come to think of it, jeremy lin is all rah rah god too, and i think there may be something here to asian-american golden sports boys for christ, but someone else can write it, kristina wong, maybe? that would be a riot…
“There is no more a New Tiger than there was ever a New Nixon.” (462)
“After winning the Masters, Woods had been invited by President Clinton to participate with him and Rachel Robinson in a ceremony in New York commemorating the fiftieth anniversary of Jackie Robinson breaking baseball’s colour line.
He turned down the invitation saying he was going on vacation with friends.” (335-6)
“He was closing in on thirty, it was time to marry a beautiful blonde and start having beautiful little children (and a dog) he could put up on his website and hug after victories.” (462)
“Great competitors are always looking ahead to the next challenge. I get that. But I’m not sure Tiger ever paused for more than a few minutes to enjoy anything he achieved. That’s sad.” (464)
my final thought is to the point of idea stealing-i’m mostly accepting of the fact that we don’t have that many moves as humans, and there is no such thing as an original thought, but there is something to the truth of the assholery of a quick turnaround time. say, if someone promises to put you on air, but not only doesn’t at the last moment, but takes your idea and runs with it within the next fifteen minutes, that’s some bullshit. that happened to me at a taping of a live television show that i was on with chris hadfield where not only did i not get the airtime in favour of someone who had no idea how to be on tv, but they fed her my line “the most down-to-earth astronaught” as an intro. i know i’m hardly the first to come up with that, but in that moment, with that esl student, that shit was not a coincidence. he was so touched by it that he gave her his guitar pick-merry christmas. oh well, it was the middle of the end, anyway. but here’s my chance to immortalize my bitterness in my blog. drunk in power….
libraries used: dufferin/st.clair, st.clair/silverthorn
reading: the world in half-cristina henriquez
new ramen spot discovered today: sansotei
superglamourous movie: bobby by emilio estevez