Ineradicable difference, to a CEO, is just a smelly guy on the bus, to the rest of us

Progression through unlearning makes every idiot with a mic seek out comparisons





many of which make a man want to eat away all memory and all resonance . . . .








Potential never paid bills, never could look the long run in the face. Drive did some things, but it didn't turn one round ball into another, one stage of grief into an incipient stage of triumph. "World's greatest, undisputed" - ironically it means that when the end comes, there really is no point in carrying on the conversation.











Every search for the new savior kneels down before the swift na-na of hindsight. I'm not talking about Chuck D's soundtrack for Denzel's basketball movie - I'm talking about a player who came up bearing the ersatz traits of the thing we all missed more than we could say, and ended being just another PAC-10 player of whom Hubie Brown might say, "There's some talent there, yes . . . but not the game." And that is just late 90s nostalgia. Dont get me started on Jayson Williams/Bobby Hurley Duke point guard cursedness, unless you are willing to countenance the notion that the distributor for a West Point man is always already vulnerable. Goodness gracious me.


























New eras make old highlights more luminous, or is that just a function of old eyes making new light out of old images?