My uncle introduced me to pro wrestling. I think I was seven. He clued me in on the gag right away: Guys pretended to fight, and it was hilarious.

There’s a thing that happens to old ballplayers, a strange and salty suspension that leaves their approach to the game frozen at precisely the moment they left it and tends to lead them to spend the rest of their days grousing spicily about everything that happened since. That never happened to Davey Johnson, for a…

If you’re not remembering, are you forgetting? It’s a question that has vexed and divided the Guy Remembering community for centuries. Our work, in Remembering, is fundamentally about sustaining—about keeping alive the memory of Steve Jeltz’s very wet hair, or a terribly rude song that someone sang about Rob Deer like…

You can’t really know what your life’s great work will be when you begin it. Our days are full to overfull with work, but so little of that feels important. This is not to say that all of it is bullshit, although for most everyone some significant portion of it is invariably bullshit. It’s just that, when you pick up…

The Rememberer’s art is, for the most part, a lonely one. That is kind of portentous and serious-sounding, but it also seemed like a better way to begin this post than the thought it was intended to convey, which is “if you are someone who remembers a lot of rando middle reliever dudes from your youth, it’s probably…

In this week’s thrilling installment of Let’s Remember Some Guys, Lauren and I return to the treasure trove/antique printer box of unsolicited baseball cards mailed to our office by an unnamed benefactor in search of ... I should probably have figured out the conclusion to this sentence before I started writing it.

The internet is lonesome and atomizing and weird, which is strange when you consider that Bringing People Together is the one aspect of its ostensible promise that is unquestionably a success. It’s probably not the internet’s fault that, having been brought together, everyone just immediately started threatening to…

Welcome back to Let’s Remember Some Guys, a web video series in which I attempt to remember things about the various podgy stache randos and big-swinging galoots who filled out the baseball card sets of my youth. When last we did the Remembering thing, I was mostly defeated by the collection of mustachioed lotharios…

When we introduced a gum component last week on Let’s Remember Some Guys, the payoff was kind of weak. David Roth remembered all but one guy, so he only had to pop in one piece of thick, stale gum. In this week’s episode, however, he experiences several lapses in memory and consumes approximately two pounds of Dubble…

Let’s Remember Some Guys is back, and today we’re opening up some 1988 Fleer cards. It’s an especially nice pack, too, because it includes the always-important day/night splits, which any scout will tell you is key to predicting future success. (As evidenced by former Brewer Steve Kiefer’s weak day-game batting…

Thomas Pynchon’s The Crying Of Lot 49 is not as long or as dense or as otherwise inaccessible as the novels that make up the fat part of his canon. It’s the one you read if you didn’t quite feel like committing to V or Gravity’s Rainbow, and it’s the one a savvy professor would assign in a college literature course if…

The act of Remembering Some Guys, as depicted in the Let’s Remember Some Guys video series and as it is lived around the world, is an inherently social experience. It is of course possible to Remember Guys on your own; if you see me on the subway wearing a faraway look and a faint grin, there is a decent chance that…

We’re back on Let’s Remember Some Guys, and we’re here to remember some more guys. This time, we’re going farther back in time than we’ve ever gone before: to 1988, and a Topps pack that comes with a very generous offer of a trip to spring training, but pairs it with some extremely gross old gum.

Even if you’ve never watched a hockey game from beginning to end, you’ve heard of the Miracle on Ice. In 1980, at the Winter Olympics in Lake Placid, New York, the underdog Americans beat the heavily-favored Soviet team 4-3 during the men’s hockey semifinal. It happened despite the Americans being outshot 39-16 and…

We’re opening the coolest pack in the streets today on Let’s Remember Some Guys: 1992 Upper Deck! That means we got three times the Ken Griffey Jr. to remember, a bunch of utility guys with mustaches, and Nolan Ryan bonding with a child, all in a pack that our own David Roth calls “catcher-ful.”

The opening ceremony isn’t until Friday, but actual Olympic sports kick off tonight. With curling. Mixed doubles, the U.S. vs. Russia. Remember John Shuster? Now you remember John Shuster. Let’s remember some other Winter Olympians:

In this episode of Let’s Remember Some Guys, Tom Ley and I try to find treasure in a pack of 1990 Fleer basketball cards. We get into a tangent about old basketball nicknames and how David “The Admiral” Robinson and Ken “Snake” Norman had badass ones. (Apparently Norman hates snakes, though.) Fat Lever and Xavier…

Walking baseball almanac David Roth and I have spent a lot of time remembering the vaguely known guys of the diamond, but today, we’re switching it up. While we’re sticking around in the same dawn-of-grunge/golden age of hip-hop era (the late ’80s and early ’90s), the shorts are shorter, and the retro Washington…

Earlier today, a random series of events brought to my mind the rap song from Donkey Kong 64. A great song, and a great game. Maybe you’ve forgotten about Donkey Kong 64 :( But now you remember it. Let’s remember some other video games: