February flew by. More snow today. This winter, man. → More
To me, the key takeaway from Sloan was the importance of actionable data. We’ve reached critical mass with stats, especially in the NBA. SportVU tracks every move a player makes on the court. We know all the superlatives now. Barroom arguments like Who’s faster: Parsons or Belinelli? are now redundant because they’re solved beyond a doubt with two mouse clicks. → More
The standard-issue uniform for the Connecticut State Police is crisp and sharp, even if it leaves too much room for personal tchotchkes. On the particular edition, between the name badge and a well-polished and hard-earned PISTOL MARKSMAN stripe of gold, was a brilliant blue knit tie. It kept preventing me from making eye contact. → More
Another trivia win tonight. Back-to-back, wire-to-wire wins. The categories this week were less esoteric. Here’s one question we completely whiffed on, though: → More
This winter is fraying the edges of my sanity. We got another three inches tonight on top of the three feet of permafrost, and like an old-ass man, I felt my right knee get sore about 30 minutes before it started to fall. → More
I used to be obsessed with my own memory.
I remember being little, laying on my waterbed marveling at my own ability to retain song lyrics or historical dates or facts from my ever-expanding collection of ZooBooks.
I’m a genius, I thought. No other nine-year-old in the world knows all the lyrics to “One Week” by Barenaked Ladies AND “One Night In Bangkok” by Murray Head. → More
Oscars tonight. Last October, a day after I saw Nightcrawler, I bet a coworker $10 that Jake Gyllenhaal would earn at least a nom for Best Actor. Tonight I’ll make good on that bet. → More
It’s okay to not have all the answers, he tells you in the stairwell. I know I didn’t know where exactly where I was going when I was your age, he says. And you know that he’s earnest and he means well, but you also know that it doesn’t matter at all. → More
I love being in a newsroom by myself, surrounded by the shadows and silence and latent hum of computers. → More
The craziest part of the NBA trade deadline was how quickly it unfurled into chaos. It was like exploring an Age Of Empires map with a tight, well-organized scouting crew and stumbling upon a massive, battle-ready civilization far more advanced than your own. Equal parts excitement and mild terror. → More