My name is Jeff Pearlman. I am an author. Two of my books have made the New York Times best-seller’s list. Surely, my life must be soooooooooooo exciting. What’s it like in the Yankee clubhouse? Do you think Tony Romo can come back and lead Dallas to the playoffs? What’s
I came to really dislike John McCain during this campaign. I thought he was cruel, sloppy, angry, etc—and I thought I would hold it against him. Well, last night his concession speech was as good as any I’ve ever heard. And, once again, I’m willing to like him. Also, a
It’s 12:50 AM on Election Day, and before I head off for bed I wanted to make what will likely be my final pre-election thought. I have two nephews, Jordan, 8, and Isaiah, 4 1/2, whom I love dearly. They are the offspring of my wife’s sister, and in myriad
As the world’s biggest (and only) Hall & Oates fan, I wanted to draw attention to the fact that John Oates—yes, Oates!—recently had a big moment in the sun. Here it is. All hail the Oates. PS: And, for the record, while his version wasn’t dazzling, it killed Taylor Swift.
I wanted to break from my political spewings to (gasp!) make a book point. I checked Amazon this morning to see “Boys Will Be Boys” ranked No. 305. This is the lowest I’ve been in about two months; the first time I haven’t been Amazon’s No. 1 sports book for
It’s 7:46 am, Sunday, and I am officially in hiding. I can’t look. Truly, I can’t. My eyes are behind my hands; I’m yelling “Bllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” over and over again, so I can’t hear anything. I don’t want to hear any more political analysis until election day. No more conjecture; no
It is hardly surprising that earlier today the “news” broke that Barack Obama’s aunt, a woman named Zeituni Onyango, has been living illegally in the United States. I mean, who hasn’t been waiting for some sort of last-minute Republican-inspired bombshell? Obama as a crackhead, perhaps? Or Obama fathering five kids
It’s official: We’re all fucking crazy. A few days ago Elizabeth Dole, North Carolina Republican senator, launched this ad. It is—hands down—evil; an attempt to portray Kay Hagan as a Godless enemy of religion. I mean, it’s really, really slimy. As bad as I’ve seen—and I always sorta respected Dole.
You’re a boxer. You’ve been jabbing for 11 rounds—pop! pop! pop! pop! You’re dancing, moving, throwing combos, winning the fight without that one big punch. Then—POW! I love this. Absolutely love this. Barack Obama has run an amazing campaign, in that he’s been as disciplined as a candidate can possibly
I was digging through our crack den basement office two nights ago when I found these two photographs sitting loosely in an old album. Thought they were interesting enough to post. The year was 1999. I was 27-years-old and new to the world of Sports Illustrated baseball writing. My editor,