Fiction Alert: A short story I wrote called Crossing the Delaware appeared in this, the Spring 2014 issue of Bluestem Magazine. The story features shady politics, Peruvian chicken, the demise of Shea Stadium, and the 7 train rolling through Queens. Go buy it. Go read it.
The Angels have always been in the Dodgers’ shadow, even when they have a better team.
I wrote about the Angels and Dodgers, their respective roles in the greater metropolis, the history of baseball in LA, and places with names that start with Rancho and Laguna .
1. The Cowboy must never shoot first, hit a smaller man, or take unfair advantage.
2. He must never go back on his word, or a trust confided in him.
3. He must always tell the truth.
4. He must be gentle with children, the elderly, and animals.
5. He must not advocate or possess racially or religiously intolerant ideas.
6. He must help people in distress.
7. He must be a good worker.
8. He must keep himself clean in thought, speech, action, and personal habits.
9. He must respect women, parents, and his nation’s laws.
10. The Cowboy is a patriot.
I was reading about Gene Autry for a story on the L.A. Angels of Anaheim, and came across his code for cowboy behavior in film and television — or Ten Cowboy Commandments. I’m especially fond of numbers one and five.
Autographed Floyd Patterson boxing glove on display at the Gerald R. Ford Presidential Museum in Grand Rapids, MI.
From one champion to another!
His manifesto for Little Leaguers is long on moralizing, short on fun.
Dos, still the best, even if he did turn into a cranky old fascist.
Billy Beane’s op-ed about the future of sport unfortunately reveals a very narrow viewpoint.
I wrote about Billy Beane and his soulless, technocratic vision for baseball’s future.
In the first chapter of D.H. Lawrence’s late novel, The Plumed Serpent, an Irishwoman named Kate has a terrible experience at a Mexico City bullfight. The book is set during the Mexican revolution. Kate is overwhelmed by the sights and sounds in the arena and by the murderous event itself. Afterward, she tells a driver:
"Take me to Sanborns, where I can sit in a corner and drink tea to comfort me."
An essay I wrote on food, race, and malinchismo in Mexico went up at Gawker earlier this week.
Remembering Tony Gwynn for all that he was to San Diego and baseball.
I wrote a little bit about the wonderful Tony Gwynn for Vice Sports.