Recently, the readers of the esteemed Wall Street Journal were given an opportunity to share their opinion on “dunking,” the high-flying activity that has become all the rage of the basketball world.
It's apparently Roger Goodell Day over at the Wall Street Journal, because the paper's website currently features three (three!) pieces on the NFL's khaki-faced figurehead—they've got a Very Serious Sitdown Interview, a tick-tock feature that reads like Mark Halperin-penned fanfic, and (for fuck's sake) a …
I was toolin' around Longform the other day because it's one of my favorite places on the web and found a link to Joshua Prager's 2001 Wall Street Journal article about the Giants in 1951. The piece was the basis for Prager's book The Echoing Green.
The Wall Street Journal posted a story today about the offseason workout habits of Philadelphia Eagles tight end Brent Celek. It contains the following anecdote:
DVRs are the scourge of TV advertisers, which makes live sports—especially the NFL, and especially the Super Bowl—worth an enormous amount of money.
Unless LeBron has a writing career we don't know about, Dorothy Rabinowitz confused the Heat star with Bill James and his book Popular Crime in her Wall Street Journal column about an upcoming JFK documentary. To be fair, the mistake isn't that hard to make. They both left an indelible mark on their respective…
Baseball. It sure goes slowly. Sometimes something happens. Mostly, nothing happens.
The Wall Street Journal has helpfully assembled the sort of slow-news-month story that lets you forget that none of the four major sports (five, if you include college football) is playing many meaningful games at the moment. In it, the incomparably named Stu Woo compiled the Twitter follower counts for every team in…
Can we talk about this? Can we talk about everything wrong with the notion that if the Cubs are to succeed—if they are to finally, evitably win a championship—they have to first tear down Wrigley Field? That there is bad juju on Waveland and hoodoo on Sheffield and black alchemy on Addison and maybe some cursed pirate…
When the Wall Street Journal added a New York sports section, we assumed it would be more than game stories and notes columns. Sure enough, they've debuted with a series of needlessly rigorous analyses of things nobody cares about.
Chances are, you've never been to Myanmar. And correct me if I'm wrong, but you've also never been to a soccer game in Myanmar, because it's Myanmar, and because it's illegal for five people to gather in the same place.
There is no worse fate for an NBA final than to be turned into a roundtable discussion on the brilliance of the coach. Someone please tell the Wall Street Journal: Stan Van Gundy is not the reason people are watching.