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Monthly Archives: August 2018

Blue Collar vs. White Collar

Blue Collar vs. White Collar

A lot of US cities — and, by default, their sports teams — are thought of as, and consider themselves to be, “blue-collar.” Pittsburgh immediately comes to mind. As do Philadelphia and Cleveland.

And then there are the “white-collar” cities. Los Angeles, Dallas. Washington, D.C. The list goes on.

But wait a second…

Is this whole blue-collar vs. white-collar thing merely a stereotype? Or is it actually rooted in facts?

Within the realm of sports — where, like I said, teams tend to take on their city’s identity — those two terms make complete sense and paint a very clear picture.

A blue-collar team will outwork you to death. What they lack in talent, they make up for in grit. A white-collar team is the opposite. Loads of talent. Superstars abound. But do they have what it takes to win the battle in the trenches?

Off the field, however, it’s not so black and white.

Because, I mean, think about it:

When you hear someone say “Los Angeles,” you picture beaches, mansions, and movie stars — which leads you to the conclusion: white-collar. And yet, the majority of LA’s residents can’t see the beach, don’t live in mansions, and definitely aren’t movie stars.

Similarly, when you hear someone say “Pittsburgh” a steel mill enters the frame; and when you hear “Philadelphia,” the Rocky theme song immediately starts playing in your head. Conclusion: BLUE-COLLAR! And yet, there are plenty of white-collar folks living in both of those cities.

And so, I ask you: What does “blue-collar” or […]

2018-08-20T04:29:26+00:00

The Sanity of Sports

The Sanity of Sports

I quit playing baseball in seventh grade. Lacrosse seemed cooler.

Plus, I was kind of over bubblegum and ranch-flavored sunflower seeds — and my splitter wasn’t breaking the way I wanted it to! (Just kidding, I threw a 55 mph fastball and a “changeup” that was really just a slightly slower fastball.)

Since hanging up my cleats, I’ve swung a baseball bat maybe ten times. It’s just not a sport that you can casually play with your friends, ya know?

And yet, despite all that, baseball holds a special place in my heart that no other sport can touch. Not even basketball, which I’m completely obsessed with; or lacrosse, which I played in college.

Every morning, you wake up and are instantly reminded that the world is INSANE. Your office is killing you. Sinkholes are real things that exist. We’re addicted to our phones. Your buddy from high school got rich off Bitcoin and can’t even explain what it is or how it works.

Meanwhile, The New York Times fairly recently informed us that the Pentagon’s secret UFO program (wait, what?) has mysterious alien “alloys” in a garage in Las Vegas (WAIT, WHAT?) — and our collective response was, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Like I said, INSANE. The world is insane.

Sports, however, are not. And that’s why they’re so important.

Sports just make sense, ya know? There are winners; there are losers; there are rules; and typically, there’s a clock that lets everyone know where we are, where we’re headed, and when it’s time to […]

2018-08-13T17:29:36+00:00

The Nostalgia of Baseball

The Nostalgia of Baseball

I quit playing baseball in seventh grade. Lacrosse seemed cooler.

Plus, I was kind of over bubblegum and ranch-flavored sunflower seeds — and my splitter wasn’t breaking the way I wanted it to! (Just kidding, I threw a 55 mph fastball and a “changeup” that was really just a slightly slower fastball.)

Since hanging up my cleats, I’ve swung a baseball bat maybe ten times. It’s just not a sport that you can casually play with your friends, ya know?

And yet, despite all that, baseball holds a special place in my heart that no other sport can touch. Not even basketball, which I’m completely obsessed with; or lacrosse, which I played in college.

Why? Nostalgia.

One of the earliest memories I have is of my dad pitching to me in the front yard. I was probably seven years old at the time.

Like most memories, certain aspects are more vivid than others. Was it spring or summer? No idea. But somehow, I can recall exactly what I was thinking as I waited for the pitch:

Bottom of the 9th. Two outs. Bases loaded. It all comes down to this.

I imagined myself in that moment so many times as a kid. In the yard, in front of the mirror, during whiffle ball games in the summer. Crazy how that stuff sticks with you.

As football season gets underway, baseball will inevitably retreat into the shadows. We’ll keep tabs on the pennant races and tune-in for the postseason, sure, but the majority of our attention will […]

2018-08-05T22:53:52+00:00