I See London, but Venus is in France
[Amy Bass, Morphizm] I distinctly remember the first time I asked my mother why her underwear was showing. She was about to leave for her weekly tennis game, and I […]
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A Day Without a Shortstop
[Amy Bass, Morphizm] Five years ago, there was a crazy number of Jews playing for the Boston Red Sox. Or, well, three: Gabe Kapler, Kevin Youkilis, and Adam Stern. It […]
Contact Misconduct
[Amy Bass, Morphizm] If a baseline definition of contact is to make a connection with someone other than yourself, Washington Capitals captain Alex Ovechkin should have a lot of friends. […]
Mr. Tiger Woods Goes to Washington
[Amy Bass, Morphizm] I don’t care what Tiger had to say. Indeed, sitting here in Vancouver at the Winter Olympic Games, I barely listened. I was more concerned about what […]
Go Tell it on the Golf Course: The Conversion of Tiger Woods
[Amy Bass, Morphizm] (or, How Charlie Sheen Once Shot his Fiancée and Lived to Become the Highest Paid Actor on Television) I really felt that there was nothing left to […]
Obama, Du Bois, Hitler: Silence Gives Consent
[Amy Bass, Morphizm] History is never about the past. It wasn’t then. It isn’t now. In the midst of a lot of people who don’t seem to understand this, Barney […]
David Beckham: Hollow Man?
[Amy Bass, Morphizm So here’s what I said to Alexi Lalas after reading Grant Wahl’s book, The Beckham Experiment: How the World’s Most Famous Athlete Tried to Conquer America. When […]
Swine Flu Paranoia Reaching Pandemic Proportions
[Amy Bass, Morphizm At some point in time, I may have been someone who was conscious about germs, as I was the sort of person who looked in things like […]
A-Rod and Phelps: A Tale Of Two Drugs
[Amy Bass, Morphizm] Let’s just get this first part out of the way: I hate Alex Rodriguez. Always have. It’s partially a Red Sox fan thing, and partially a, well, […]
President Phelps?
[Amy Bass, Morphizm] There are apples, there are oranges, and then there is Michael Phelps. Man, has this been bugging me. I tried to let it go. I let the […]