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~ Saturday, July 25 ~
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Jay-Z, Rihanna and Kanye West — Run This Town. Song is fire.


~ Thursday, July 23 ~
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~ Saturday, July 4 ~
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~ Thursday, July 2 ~
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My Tumblarity is 0.

On the bright side, I live in San Diego now. I have internet for the first time in 10 days. Two very big positives.


~ Monday, June 15 ~
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The only real difference is that I have more people reading me now. When I was writing for ESPN in 2001 or 2002, I remember thinking that 200,000 people was an absolutely staggering number of readers for a column. Now I might have 1.2 or 1.3 million readers for some of the bigger columns—and not people who flipped through it in a magazine and may or may not have even read a single line, but people who willingly clicked on the link to get there and almost definitely read it. That’s kind of incredible. I grew up dreaming of writing for the Boston Globe and I think the Globe has a circulation of 400,000 households total, and of those people, how many of them even check the sports page? That’s the one thing I will never get used to: just how many people read ESPN.com. Every time I think about leaving to start my own site some day, I always remember those times when something gigantic happens—like, say, Manny’s steroid suspension recently—and I have two to three hours to write a reaction knowing that it could potentially be read by a million-plus people. What’s better than that? I live for those ten to twelve times a year when I have to come up with a unique angle, write the shit out of it, hand it in, and hope it turned out O.K. The day that something like the Manny story breaks and I say to myself, ‘Screw it, I’ll sit this one out, I can’t come up with anything’ is the day I will quit.

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~ Thursday, June 4 ~
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scotttierney:
— via Golf.com. Tiger and Jack back together again. Had to be pretty cool to see in person, especially when you read what happened at the end.

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— via Golf.com. Tiger and Jack back together again. Had to be pretty cool to see in person, especially when you read what happened at the end.

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~ Tuesday, June 2 ~
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~ Tuesday, May 19 ~
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My Tumblarity is now 6.

I’m thinking buy low, sell high in a bull market of tumblarity.


~ Thursday, May 14 ~
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Nick Faldo. Think about it. He wins six majors. He’s the dominant golfer of the late 1980s and early 1990s. But we don’t mention him in the same breath as, say, Arnold Palmer, even though Palmer only won one more major than Faldo. And why? Because Palmer had Nicklaus and Faldo had, well, Scott Hoch, Mark McNulty and John Cook. Now imagine he comes along in the late ’90s and goes toe-to-toe with Tiger Woods from the beginning. All of a sudden Faldo gets immeasurably magnified by the comparison. I’m not saying he’d beat Tiger. (Are you kidding?) But he’s the perfect foil. I got a tape recently of the 1996 Masters, when Greg Norman had his epic collapse on the back nine. That tournament is always explained in terms of how Norman choked, as if there were something inside him that inevitably caused him to surrender a six-stroke lead. Nonsense. Surely the key to that whole collapse is that he’s paired with Faldo, and Faldo in his prime was terrifying. He was surly and tough and charismatic and emotionally and psychologically bulletproof, and I feel like he’d do a better job of getting under Tiger’s skin than anyone out there right now. What’s the defining fact about Faldo? His ex-girlfriend once destroyed his Porsche with a 9-iron. The corresponding fact for Woods is that his favorite band is Hootie and the Blowfish. Hootie and the Blowfish? What’s Faldo’s favorite band? Joy Division? Or some kind of obscure Welsh thrash band too hard core for American radio?

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