No Words, No Money and… NO WAY!

Justin February 26, 2011 0

I wrote this whole thing backwards this week. I started with Point After and worked my way up. As a result, this intro is actually the last thing I’m writing.

Why? I thought the change might spark some inspiration.

I think about these reviews a lot. I’m constantly mining the seemingly mundane events of my life for material to use in these weekly dispatches. Usually, I come up with something.  Most of the time it’s pretty good, but I admit, there have been some clunkers.

This week was shaping up to be a bad one. I woke up this morning and literally had nothing to say.  When I sat down to write this, I had no idea how I would fill the column inches which usually lead off the Sports Illustrated review.

How’d I do?

Sports Illustrated: February 28th, 2011

Jason Heyward, Baseball, Atlanta Braves


I’m pleasantly surprised that Dan Patrick decided to go with a traditional sports interview this week, as opposed to his much hyped chat with Charlie Sheen. I actually listened to the Sheen chat and it sounded somewhat coherent. Unfortunately, the Two and a Half Men star has gotten stranger and stranger in the days since. He’ll probably die soon.


Brave New World by Ben Reiter

Freddie Freeman sounds like the name of a character in a Cab Calloway song.  Until about an hour ago, I was prepared to say it’s a little early for me to read a spring training article. But then, I switched on the YES Network, heard Michael Kay say “Lineups, first pitch, baseball,” before the season’s first exhibition game and I developed a dopey little grin on my face. Welcome back, baseball. It’s nice to see you again.

Leap Year by Lee Jenkins

From what I saw, the All Star Game seemed pretty boring. Granted, I was watching in a bar with no sound, but nothing jumped out at me while I was staring at the screen. That’s why I think it’s an interesting idea for Jenkins to write about the dunk contest instead. And I’m glad he focused on more than just Blake Griffen. All of the contestants were impressive, even if it took a lot of tries to finish some of the dunks. Also, Kudos to Sports Illustrated’s layout editors for using such creative photography to describe the event.

The Kid Wins A Wild One by Lars Anderson

I’m about to write something that will shock longtime readers. I didn’t skip this article about Nascar. I read it! The enthusiasm that Trevor Bayne showed on TV in the days after his Daytona win impressed me enough to learn more about him. And not only did I learn about him, I actually picked up some interesting lessons about racing strategy and drafting and such.

Madness On The Mesa by Kelli Anderson

Do you think Lars and Kelli Anderson are married?  Anyway, two things struck me while reading this article.

-When I read this sentence

Kawhi lived with his mother, Kim Robertson, a sales agent for Amtrak, but he spent a lot of time with his dad, who owned a car wash in Compton, an hour away.

My mind immediately went into,”oooh, Compton, that’s a scary place” mode. So, I wasn’t surprised to read the next line.
He credits both his parents for helping him succeed. But it was Mark, who was murdered three years ago in a case that remains unsolved, who reinforced the idea that extra work was the key to improvement.
Secondly, I was surprised to read about a major college program that has to consider financial restraints while planning their schedule. It’s simply not something college basketball fans consider very often.
“I’m Glad I Went To Prison” by L. Jon Wertheim

Holy shit! What a completely fucked up situation all around. This was a very well written and well researched story.  I’m not convinced that Mike Danton has turned a corner though. All that studying of psychology may have only armed him with the ability to know the right thing to say when the issues are raised.

POINT AFTER by Phil Taylor

Does Phil Taylor realize he’s setting himself up for ridicule with this piece?

You’ve heard of athletes playing out their contracts? I am writing out my contract, unless Sports Illustrated signs me to a fat multiyear deal or trades me to another publication. I’m giving my bosses three more issues to make me an acceptable offer. After that, I’m cutting off negotiations, as Pujols has done with the Cardinals, because I don’t want this to be a distraction to the other writers.

Hey Sports Illustrated. CALL HIS BLUFF!!


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