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The Thrill of Victory But Mostly the Agony of Defeat

I was in downtown Portland today and I was checking out the used mass market books by the front entrance of the long-standing Cameron’s Books. What caught my eyes were a bunch of vintage sports books that evoked both nostalgia and excitement for me. The feelings of excitement elicited by seeing Dan Fouts or Bart Starr on a book cover is probably made up of equal parts haha irony and dopey sadness.

But it also made me think of some of the sports books that I actually own, which I also took photos of just now.

Some people don’t realize that I’m actually a pretty big sports fan, at least football and basketball. This time of year feels weird to me though, because it’s “between season.” The NBA has ended (my Sixers did pretty decent this year actually) and the NFL doesn’t start its regular season for another month or so.

I think I probably favor football, maybe just because there are less games and each one seems of utmost importance. I have to confess that I get so preoccupied with games every Sunday in the fall that I’m pretty much a useless human being. I work on Sundays usually and I am always so tempted to take three hour lunch breaks. My favorite team? Somewhat inexplicably, I’ve been a Cardinals fan ever since I was a kid. In the last thirty-something years of fandom, they’ve been the source of much misery. Being a fan of theirs is sort of like a living penance (if you’re Catholic). They’re getting better though (God, I say that EVERY year!). And remember–they almost won the Super Bowl a couple of years ago. I hate the word “almost” in that sentence.

But I love this play so much. My heart flutters when I see it:

And yes, the fact that they ended up losing on a last-minute drive and a tippy-toe sideline catch has haunted and taunted me in my mind ever since (Stop laughing! It’s not funny. It hurts.). Someday I will a full essay about that day, that month, maybe that year. But I’m not ready yet. I have still not quite recovered.

What is it about sports and sports books that we love? I even have old football magazines from seasons past. I’ve looked through them and had strange pangs of fanboy geekness when I see names like Roy Green, Jake Plummer, Pat Tillman (RIP), or Stump Mitchell. They’re sort of like superheroes. But I guess you don’t outgrow them. My current favorite superheroes are Larry Fitzgerald, Beanie Wells, and Patrick Peterson.

A lot of the sports books I have I don’t even think I’ve actually read. Like the book, Big Red (pictured below) or the Neil Lomax autobiography that is displayed proudly (?!) by my desk at work (next to my autographed 8×10 of The Golden Girls, some 76ers basketball cards, and some poetry broadsides–just to show my literary side). But I don’t think it really matters if you’re younger or older–sports celebrities and the unpredictable emotions that a team can stir in you can be seriously intense and memorable. As a teenager, I would even cry when the Cardinals lost an important game. And I still remember how I celebrated my one NBA championship (in 1983, when the Sixers swept the Lakers)–I went out to Burger King for a cheeseburger and it was fucking delicious!

Here’s a little photo rundown of what I found today and what I have on my shelf currently. Please enjoy!


The great Cameron’s. Even though this is a B&W photo, it was taken today!


I showed this to B Frayn and said, “Oh, man–Dan Fouts!” and she said, “I don’t know who that is.”


I don’t even think I knew this book existed. But I have to tell you that Brian’s Song (the book depicting Gayle Sayers friendship with dying football star Brian Piccolo) made me cry and cry when I was an 8th grader.


What a great cover (What’s up with the white football?). Bart Starr was before my time, but he deserves props for winning the first two Super Bowls. This book was strange to look at because in the middle are a bunch of photos of the legendary quarterback in action and on all of them, the kid who must have owned (and cherished) this book wrote ‘Bart Starr’ on all of the images. Even one photo that is kind of dark, the kid’s tag is seen deftly across Starr’s white arm: ‘Bart Starr.’ There’s a certain kind of OCD or autistic charm to it. You can see he did it on the cover too.


Terry Bradshaw. Ugh. I hope Merlin Olsen sacked him on this play.

The most interesting thing about this book is that it apparently came with a “Personna electro-coated blade.” The guy on the cover does look like he has a clean shave.

This is a pretty sweet cover. Kind of like an Andy Warhol Pop Art style. Fran Tarkenton, if you didn’t know, was like the first Michael Vick, but without the dog fighting and prison. Dig the facemask, baby.


Erma Bombeck did not play football (not in the NFL anyway), but I’m throwing this in because I read this when I was a kid too. So I guess you could say she’s an influence.


Here’s that Big Red book I mentioned earlier. Nice cover, huh? I’m also holding what is perhaps my favorite sports book ever, The In-Your-Face Basketball Book. That thing was my bible in high school. I dreamed of traveling the country, playing pick-up games on all the courts they had listed. I still love this book!


I am probably smiling here because Julius Erving (Dr. J) was the one who gave me the (vicarious) thrill of the lone sports championship in my life so far. Thank you, Julius. I love you (and Moses Malone, Andrew Toney, Bobby Jones, and Maurice Cheeks) so much. (notice the geeky “protective bag” I keep this baby in)


I love getting these media guides for my teams. My brother Matt would get them for me often when he was doing sports reporting. This one is from the year the Sixers shocked the league by making it to the finals before losing to the Lakers.
Allen Iverson + Larry Brown 4ever!

Ghost of Christmas Presents Past

Of course it was a thrill to get Christmas presents when I was a kid, but it was also fun to call my friends and talk about the presents. What did you get for Christmas? was the big question of the day (or the big question on the first day back to school in January).

Here are some of my favorite presents from childhood.

Stretch Armstrong was one of those toys that just asked to be tortured and what red-blooded American boy doesn’t like to abuse his toys?

I think it took about two months before my brother Matt and I finally stretched him too far. Or maybe we just poked him with scissors because the curiosity was killing us. His insides? Orange goo that was about ten times as thick and sticky as Mrs. Butterworth’s pancake syrup.

The Six Million Dollar Man was such a dope show and his doll, I mean, action figure, was cool too. He had bionic grip for, um, grabbing stuff I guess. PLUS he had bionic vision! One of his eyes had a magnifying glass in it that you looked through and you could see things that were miles away (actually you couldn’t see shit). It was great, even if it made him look like he had a weird eye cavity.

Lee “Six Million Dollar Man” Majors was so cool that he was even married to Farrah Fawcett for a while.

I sort of wish I had her “action figure” too. Then I could have made them kiss or hold hands or something.

Maybe even cooler than the Six Million Dollar Man was Big Jim. Inspired by G.I. Joe, Big Jim was a total stud and he had karate chop action that was made possible by a thumb-sized button in his back. I think he even came with little wooden (plastic) boards to break. And if you flex his arm, his bicep bulged up impressively.

Was my childhood just spent playing with miniature dudes? Gosh. Maybe it was. When I graduated from Hot Wheels tracks, I fell in love with my Evel Knievel motorcycle stunt set. You just wound up this little red platform thingy and launched him across whatever makeshift ramp you could create. He could jump over your bed, your dog, a laundry basket full of underwear, or a bunch of Pop Shoppe bottles. Evel was a iconic hero to a lot of kids growing up in the 70s.

One of the saddest days of my childhood was when I made Evel fly off a ramp into a garbage can and then for some reason forgot to get him out. But maybe my memory is faulty here. I think one of my brothers threw it away because they were mad at me about something. I had it for less than a week! Profound sadness, y’all.

Being a football fanatic, I looooved the Supertoe kicker dude. My brother and I were constantly trying to kick “the longest field goal ever” (ala clubfooted kicker Tom Dempsey) with him.

It was even better than that weird football game where the little guys would vibrate all over the field with no rhyme or reason.

Utter Chaos!

One of my first favorite bands (pre-Heart, pre-Cars, pre-Devo) was this ragtag group of Scottish popsters known as The Bay City Rollers. Talk about ear candy! I remember seeing them on the Mike Douglas show and thinking they were the most popular thing in the world. At least with teenage girls. This was one of my favorite albums at the time. Does it hold up now? Heck if I know!

Footnote: When I lived in Arkansas for a year, one of the bands I tried to start was a drum and guitar improv noise duo called The Gay City Bowlers. We never played a show.