A story about the Phil Knight 80 invitational, a once in a lifetime gathering of college basketball teams wearing shoes with swooshes on them.
An honest to god reported story about watching basketball with a bunch of NBA scouts in suburban Portland.
A jaundiced retrospective about LaMarcus Aldridge's career in Portland, which lacked both poetry and tragedy but still was infused with meaning anyway.
A reported piece from a Pokemon Tournament in Portland.
Tastefulness. It has no place when celebrating the holiday season, but some people just can’t fucking help themselves. Look at this Spotify playlist:
A shameful procession of familiar songs, defanged and plucked out on acoustic guitars, Christmas music that is manifestly ashamed of what it is. “We know you like Christmas,” the playlist seems to say, “But you are an adult, now, and adults like peppermint tea, gentle fires, the indoors. All you need… is to relax, baby.”
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A brief memoir about spending ten days in silent, meditative contemplation, and how crazy it makes you.
An edition of my long running column about basketball highlights, featuring a depressing children's story about the boy who was cursed to like Kawhi Leonard.
I bought these sweatpants for the express purpose of making this at a Goodwill in Seattle. I really liked them, but then I lost them at a hotel in Los Angeles.
Dwight Howard was traded to Charlotte, and it got me thinking about the NBA's greatest SportsLitch, Michael Jordan.
Look: when you're a sportswriter and the Olympics are on, you simply have to write fan fiction about the Capybara who lives on the golf course.
A bog post about Portland Center/Forward Meyers Leonard, who is living proof that craving and ambition lead only to misery.
An observation of Steve Blake and his relationship to "Old Portland" nostalgia.
I recapped the Super Bowl using charming pen drawings and less charming words.
I destroyed a bunch of cheap cell phones I guess to make fun of Tom Brady? It was a strange time.