I had no idea where to post this column, and then I realized, we had the sports radio thread but i don't think we have one for sportswriting.
Anyway....
from today: Joe Posnanski on Red Klotz and the time the Generals beat the Globetrotters, 40 years ago today
http://joeposnanski....carol.html#more
Great Sportswriting thread
Started by odessasteps, Jan 05 2011 05:23 PM
5 replies to this topic
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Posted 05 January 2011 - 05:23 PM
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Posted 10 May 2011 - 08:35 PM
another great Poz column. this one about HOME and moving away.
http://joeposnanski....al-letters.html
http://joeposnanski....al-letters.html
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Posted 11 May 2011 - 02:31 PM
http://www.kansascit...rylink=misearch
I'm going to continue the Kansas City theme a bit. This is a nice piece of baseball writing, on young players and expectations, by Rustin Dodd. He's a young guy, my editor at the KU paper 3 years ago, in fact, but very good.
I'm going to continue the Kansas City theme a bit. This is a nice piece of baseball writing, on young players and expectations, by Rustin Dodd. He's a young guy, my editor at the KU paper 3 years ago, in fact, but very good.
#4
Posted 13 June 2011 - 06:36 AM
poz had great column about leaving kc
#5
Posted 15 June 2011 - 08:55 PM
#6
Posted 15 June 2011 - 10:07 PM
Good thread - as a once aspiring sports writer, this is a topic I can get behind.
Here's two classics from the late, great Jim Murray.
On John Wooden:
http://articles.lati...murray-20100613
On a 19-year-old Kobe Bryant:
http://www.latimes.c...0,5182314.story
Here's two classics from the late, great Jim Murray.
On John Wooden:
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You picture the man who is, demonstrably, the world's greatest basketball coach, and there comes to view a guy with lots of diamonds on stubby fingers, a Rolls-Royce illegally parked outside the gym with his driver reading a comic book in the front seat. Guys leap to light his cigarettes, the president of the college is on the phone seeking an appointment, maybe so is the president of the United States. He is doing a commercial, dictating a book, getting a manicure, reserving a table at Scandia for lunch, and two 7-foot phenoms from the sidewalks of New York are cooling their heels in the outer office waiting for an audition and/or a scholarship.
Then you meet John Wooden and he is answering his own phone, he clips his nails with a drugstore clipper, his haircut has a faint bunkhouse bowl look to it, his clothes are less Savile Row than bought-with-a-coupon, and the whole thing cries out for a Grant Wood brush, not a shrill sports column.
John Wooden is American Gothic to the collar button. You meet him and you're tempted to say, "All right, what did you do with the pitchfork, John?" You can smell the hay if you close your eyes. Players might call other coaches "The Baron" or "The Bear" but they call John "The Reverend."
Then you meet John Wooden and he is answering his own phone, he clips his nails with a drugstore clipper, his haircut has a faint bunkhouse bowl look to it, his clothes are less Savile Row than bought-with-a-coupon, and the whole thing cries out for a Grant Wood brush, not a shrill sports column.
John Wooden is American Gothic to the collar button. You meet him and you're tempted to say, "All right, what did you do with the pitchfork, John?" You can smell the hay if you close your eyes. Players might call other coaches "The Baron" or "The Bear" but they call John "The Reverend."
On a 19-year-old Kobe Bryant:
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Oh, they don't claim he can heal the sick, raise the dead or make water into wine. They're not blasphemous. But they do insist that anything that can be done with a basketball, he can do it. Michael Jordan, my foot.
It gets to the point where, when you meet him the first time, you want to ask him what he did with the halo. Did he fly in -- or just walk across Santa Monica Bay? You don't know whether to get his autograph or his blessing. Or just touch the hem of his warmup suit. You feel inadequate interviewing someone so perfect. It's a job for Mathew, Mark, Luke and John, not a mere sportswriter.
It gets to the point where, when you meet him the first time, you want to ask him what he did with the halo. Did he fly in -- or just walk across Santa Monica Bay? You don't know whether to get his autograph or his blessing. Or just touch the hem of his warmup suit. You feel inadequate interviewing someone so perfect. It's a job for Mathew, Mark, Luke and John, not a mere sportswriter.
http://www.latimes.c...0,5182314.story
"You know how you get to be Ric Flair? You spend 30 million dollars. You make love to 3,000 women. You wrestle 350 times a year. You bleed every night. You get up and do it day after day, until somebody out there goes..JESUS CHRIST, HE IS THE GREATEST!"










