Everyone agrees that Gary Johnson, who is pretending to be an actual candidate for the presidency under the banner of the Libertarian Party, humiliated himself this morning by not knowing what “Aleppo” was. The New York Times immediately read his embarrassing gaffe into the record. It wrote:
Playground folk culture is oddly, comfortingly consistent. Small children laugh themselves stupid over the same dumb material, then grow up and move on while their dumb jokes and rhymes stay behind, to be discovered by new generations. So my four-year-old came back from baseball day camp singing an old familiar song:
Everyone has their own relationship to and tolerance for alcohol, but next time you’re at a party, you might do well if you have exactly two drinks. If you are a person who has found that zero drinks, or one drink, is the right number for you, then that is the number to stick with. For everyone else, try two.
My kids aren’t playing Pokémon Go yet, but the older one had heard enough about it that he started reading up about it. When I looked at the screen after he’d been on the computer, I encountered this incredible wall of text:
The first time I ever watched Tim Duncan play basketball, I had no idea who he was. I’d tuned in to an ACC telecast expecting to be paying attention to Randolph Childress and Scooter Banks for Wake Forest, but possession after possession this tall freshman kept materializing right in the middle of things, exactly…
As of today, it’s been a decade since Barbaro, the 2006 Kentucky Derby winner, answered the starting bell at the Preakness Stakes, moments before jockey Edgar Prado pulled him up with a broken hind leg. Eight months later, he would die of the complications from that injury.
This is part of an occasional series of slightly belated MLB season previews.
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The Indiana Pacers were a pretty, pretty basketball team. Do people know that now? It all came back at once, watching the bleary video of them facing the Bulls on Boxing Day of 1995. The in-game graphics reminded viewers that the Pacers had won the Central Division the year before—Michael Jordan’s baseball-shortened…
Kobe Bryant’s career spans a remarkable amount of NBA history, from the late years of the Chicago Bulls dynasty through the rise of the Golden State Warriors. If there’s been one constant through all those years, it’s that the best player in the league has never, ever been Kobe Bryant.
1. Win No. 1 (We’re not going to lose all our games)
Over the weekend, after months of pressure from my children, I started playing Minecraft on my iPhone. The children play it on the iPad, in creative mode, trundling around in unlimited diamond armor. Being an adult, I settled into survival mode: spawned onto the savanna, got slaughtered by monsters of the night for a…
Donald Rumsfeld Solitaire is a quagmire. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be clever; the overwhelming challenge in discussing Donald Rumsfeld Solitaire is to avoid being clever. The fact remains that even thinking about Donald Rumsfeld Solitaire is a quagmire. Playing it is worse.
I saw Star Wars in the movie theater in 1977, the summer before I turned six. Then I saw it again, and again, and again. Pace Joseph Campbell, the mythology of my childhood was structured around the movie, rather than vice versa. So my parents’ attic ended up with a lot of Star Wars toys in it.
What is “stuff”? The New York Times devoted part of its Sunday front page to the question of what, exactly, the term means in baseball. It is, John Branch of the Times reported, an underexamined mystery of the game.
July 25, 1999. Orioles versus Angels in Turn Ahead the Clock Day at Oriole Park at Camden Yards, hence the hideous monochrome sleeveless trashbag novelty jerseys. Albert Belle batting cleanup.
You could tell Craggs thought he was the best writer at Deadspin because he never wrote, and when he did write, it was on the crappiest subject possible. Roll back through his scanty archive (by the time you get to page two, you're already in August): It's Peter King Quarterly, little pull-top cans of the…
LeBron James is back on the free-agent market for the first time since he left his hometown Cleveland Cavaliers for the Miami Heat. Doesn't all that summer's bitterness seem so long ago now? Might James want to try playing with a star guard who has two working legs? He might, right? He hasn't said he wouldn't!
The graffiti appeared on a construction barrier in May. It met with none of the intensity of interest that the summer's big international street-artistry event would. Of course it was not done by the artist himself: It was the stenciled bearded visage of the artist Ai Weiwei with the caption, in stencil and dripping…