Tag Archives: sportswriting

Monday 06/26 2017
Remembering Frank Deford

“When people ask me why I write about sports, instead of some or any other thing, I tell them this: when it comes to social constructs—the membranes and ligaments which hold groups of people together, the bonding agents not visible on a map or in a flag, things that tie us together socially, not politically—there are only three which can rightfully claim true and enduring power: religion, war, and sport.

Those three social constructs reach, bring together, and separate more people than art or music or movies (both so close!) or literature or whatever else is generally deemed “more important” than sport.

And so, should not our writers who cover so important a social construct be admired and examined with the love and seriousness commensurate with what they cover? All of which is a long way of saying, sport matters, sportswriting matters, and Frank Deford was a fantastic sportswriter. His writing matters, and so does he.

And what fucking writing! Go on ahead and Google an image of Deford, because the easiest way to explain his rhetorical stylings is to say that he wrote how he looked. Unafraid of the purple and being picaresque, large but not bulky or intimidating, charming but not unctuous. He’s a rakish hero, broad shouldered and be-pompadoured, glossy and flashy but never to the point of inelegance.”

Read the rest in The Classical

Wednesday 05/21 2014
Hoop Dreams

“Lizzy’s speciality, as hinted at by her name, is hula-hooping — she can also do aerial silks, as well as the swinging trapeze and stilt work and hammering a nail up her nasal passage — but the hula-hooping Lizzy does is so far away from what you see on the sun-baked/mud-caked, drug-soaked sybarite plains of Burning Man or Bonaroo or Camp Bisco, or the chalk-dusted sidewalks of youth, as to be in a whole different universe. Where Lizzy resides is on the outer fringes of sport, a space shared by ballerinas and skateboarders and others who cultivate and harness immense physical prowess for the purpose of art, not victory, in Lizzy’s case a kind of precision and coordination so specialized as to be almost ludicrous, in the best possible sense of the word.”

Read the rest at Sports on Earth