I am standing in a gaggle of table tennis players in a dark bar in Grand Rapids, Mich., on the Fourth of July. Before us, another table tennis player named Donald Hayes is playing Millipede. Donald and the others are all competing in the U.S. Open, the biggest ping-pong tournament in America, but right now that is of little importance. Donald has held the world record for high score in Millipede, Pac-Man, Centipede, and a handful of other games.
I wrote this before I started at VICE. I hope you take some time to read it.
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 .
Autographed Floyd Patterson boxing glove on display at the Gerald R. Ford Presidential Museum in Grand Rapids, MI.
From one champion to another!
John Dos Passos (via theparisreview)
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.