I never met my grandfather, James McGough, as he died 20 years before I was born. But as much as an ancestor I’ve never met could be, he has been an influence on me, and lately, on my writing. He spent the majority of his career as a homicide prosecutor in Kings County, better known as Brooklyn, NY.
A personal remembrance of George Steinbrenner, to whom I owe a great deal. Originally published the day after he passed away. RIP Boss.
A short essay for Slate.com about two classic baseball films released in 1988 — ‘Bull Durham’ and ‘Eight Men Out’ — and their remarkable pertinence twenty years after they were released.
An essay for The Boston Globe about the relationship between sports and aesthetics. Are some classic sports moments more aesthetically moving than others? What is it that we feel when watching a “beautiful” play unfold?
An Op-Ed piece for The Los Angeles Times reflecting on Opening Day and baseball’s perpetual Chicken Little complex.