I Still Watch Football. I’m Just Not Sure I Care Anymore.
For much of my life, football season was more than the beginning of another sports schedule.
It was one of the cultural signs that summer was ending.
For much of my life, football season was more than the beginning of another sports schedule.
It was one of the cultural signs that summer was ending.
For years, one of the standard complaints about baseball has been that it is losing younger fans. The game is too slow. Too much standing around. Too many pitching changes. Too many games that once stretched well beyond three hours. Somebody raised on smartphones, streaming video, TikTok and seemingly unlimited entertainment choices was supposedly never going to sit still long enough to watch baseball. I more or less accepted that argument. Then I started paying attention to the crowds at Major League Baseball games on television. There are kids everywhere. Parents are bringing children to the ballpark in surprisingly large numbers, which seems particularly impressive when you consider what it costs to take a family to a professional game. Tickets are only the beginning. Add…
The World Cup turned out to be a much bigger event in the United States than many Americans expected. That was true inside the stadiums, where the crowds were enormous and the games often dramatic. But some of the most interesting stories happened outside the stadiums. For several weeks, American cities were filled with visitors wearing national colors, singing songs, carrying flags, and celebrating a sport that much of the world follows with a passion Americans usually reserve for football, baseball, or basketball. The World Cup was about soccer known as football in the rest of the world. But it was also about what happened when much of the world came to visit. Many international fans arrived with impressions of the United States shaped by…
For most of my life, sports occupied a much larger place than they do today. Growing up in Northern California, I listened to Giants games on the radio with Russ Hodges describing every pitch as though it were the most important one ever thrown. I argued with friends about whether Willie Mays was better than Mickey Mantle. During my college years, I followed Stanford football through some very lean seasons and somehow remained optimistic every September. Later, while living in Southern California, I became a UCLA basketball fan and watched a young Lew Alcindor—who would later become Kareem Abdul-Jabbar—change the game before our eyes. Sports weren’t simply something I watched. They were part of my life. Today, I still make time for the Giants, the…
The All-Star Game celebrates greatness.The Hall of Fame decides how greatness should be remembered. Every July, baseball pauses for a few days to celebrate its brightest stars. Fans debate who should have made the team, who deserves to start, and who was unfairly left off the roster. The All-Star Game has always been baseball’s celebration of greatness. Watching those discussions each summer reminds me of another question that has bothered me for years. What exactly is greatness? Or perhaps more importantly: What is the Hall of Fame actually for? For me, that question always comes back to two players. Willie Mays. And Barry Bonds. Willie Mays was my childhood hero. Growing up in the Bay Area, I watched him play with a combination of athleticism,…
Giants vs. Dodgers For most of this season, the Giants’ bullpen has been talked about as a strength — maybe even the one part of the roster that could tilt close games in San Francisco’s favor. That reputation didn’t survive this week’s series with the Dodgers. In three games, the Giants gave up 23 runs on 35 hits in the final two games alone, forcing the bullpen into extended duty after short outings from starters Logan Webb and Robbie Ray. Webb had one of his bad days getting hit in early innings and did not last long enough to get into any kind of rhythm. And Ray did not look like he was really there, was uncharacteristically wild and often not even close to the…