Last weekend, I ended my yearlong stint as the men’s tennis beat writer. I was actually pretty sad to see the year go — I had a lot of fun watching those weekend matches at Hellman and analyzing how I could bring the intense back-and-forth action to life on paper. Read More…
When I go to bed at night, I dream about one thing and one thing only: roses. When Jeff Tedford was the coach of the football team, he would joke that Cal fans wanted to see a Rose Bowl more than a national championship. It’s not a joke. I absolutely Read More…
For more than two years, basketball has been missing from my life. I mean, it’s not like it went anywhere. It’s not like I couldn’t turn on the TV right now and watch the NBA Playoffs. But for more than two years, I haven’t been able to enjoy basketball. That’s Read More…
Last Thursday, when Manchester United manager Alex Ferguson announced he will retire after this season, a soccer correspondent on SportsCenter drew the analogy that Ferguson is like “Bill Belichick in about 12 years’ time, with three or four more Super Bowls.” A flattering analogy, but it only paints half the Read More…
I promised myself I wouldn’t cry while writing this, but I can feel the saltwater in my eyes, and I haven’t even finished the first sentence. I know it’s time; I’m just not ready. I guess that’s why I’ve been putting off writing this, even though the words have been Read More…
As the sun rose over Machu Picchu Monday morning, the new day began a new era for Scott Fujita. As the light shined upon the ancient Incan ruins, Fujita, a Cal alumnus and an NFL linebacker, perched on one of its giant stone slabs and signed a one-day contract with Read More…
“It is thrilling, in the most terrifying sort of way, to play the game of What If? What if Ari had been a few blocks closer to the finish line? What if Anne had been wandering outside the medical tent at the moment of the blast? Or what if she Read More…
It took a chilly, introspective Tuesday evening in Oakland to learn that being alone is not synonymous with being lonely. I had purchased one ticket for the second game of the A’s-Mariners series just two days prior on a spring break whim. I’d never seen an M’s game by myself Read More…
The greatest event in sports will take place this weekend. That’s right. Better than March Madness, the World Cup, Wimbledon, the Rose Bowl, the World Series, the Tour de France, the Kentucky Derby, the NBA Finals and the Super Bowl. The Masters Tournament begins on Thursday in beautiful Augusta, Ga. Read More…
It has long been established that everything sounds better with a British accent. An American might say he handwashes all of his sweater vests, but he will never tell the world about it with the suavity of, say, Daniel Craig. The same goes for American broadcasters. They may walk the Read More…
