Saturday, October 26, 2013

What We Call Long-Form Journalism

Does the word Grantland mean anything to you?

More specifically, Grantland.com?  You should check it out.  Certainly worth a visit.  Some of the best in-depth sports journalism on the web.  Ditto for pop culture, whatever that is.  Or isn't.  They had a guy named Tom Bissell -- I don't think he works there anymore, but still -- who had some of the most interesting things to say about video games I've ever read.

Back to sports, Exhibit A for the Defense, and I do mean Defense, since it takes several thousand words to shred the Knicks', can be found here.  Quite interesting.  Depressing, really, since the guys at Grantland are joining everybody else on the planet other than me in predicting a slide into mediocrity for the boys in orange and blue.  I'd love to spend some quality time with Walt Frazier and get his thinking on it.

You could also show him your catch-the-fly-in-mid-air trick.
Which I know he would love.
I'm sure he would.
Thirty-six and nineteen are two numbers one can never lose sight of when talking about Clyde.
Really?  Why so?
Well, everybody talks about the famous Game 7 when Willis Reed limped out and hit the jumper.
I still get chills thinking about it.
Well, what is often overlooked is that, after Willis canned his first jumper, Clyde broke out for 36 points and 19 assist.
Dog.
Seven boards, too.  As if as an afterthought.
I know what you're going to say next.
You do?
Yes.
What?
You're going to say "Attention must be paid."
Attention must be paid.
Exactly.
One certainly wonders if Willy Lohman had dressed as well as Frazier whether he might have sold more widgets.
One certainly does.

There's also a video series featuring Bill Simmons (the Editor in Chief) and Jalen Rose in which they spend a good fifteen-twenty minutes dissecting each NBA team.  And I mean, dissecting.

But enough already with the sports.  Back to this Bissell guy for a moment.  One of the things I liked about him was that one day, out of the blue, mid-paragraph, he called out The Times' video game reporter in no uncertain terms.  Called him out?  Hell, he took him out behind the woodshed and whupped him.

Which seemed like good clean fun to me because, honestly, what do you think the chances were of The Mothership actually beaming somebody up who could really report on video games?

You either get the previous statement or you don't, but if you don't it's so complicated that I don't have time to explain it to you.  All I'll say is that it has something to do with the old joke about a person refusing to join a club that would allow him to be a member.

Quick!  Use the word 'horticulture' in a sentence!
Okay.  You can lead a horticulture but you can't make her talk right.

Something like that as well.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home