Clearly not all provisions are created equal.
Strikes and scandals haven't just hurt the game; they've hurt the moviegoing public.
I'm of the opinion that you can't assume any player is/was clean, but if you have to pick a slugger to make that assumption about, Delgado seems like a good choice.—BK
Why Hulu is winning the online video battle.—BK
Family commitments have kept me from writing anything new the last day or two, but I figured I'd put up this oldie but goodie. Not to be immodest, but it might be my favorite thing I've ever written.
An informational session on the robotic vacuum cleaner rolls into unexpected territory.—BK
The great Dan Kois attempts to apply the lessons of Michael Lewis's famous Shane Battier piece to his own pickup basketball game.—JM
Brilliant profile. At times it's a maddening and skittish read, which seems to mirror the experience of spending time with Gervais.—JS
Listing the four people most strongly associated with each team over the course of that franchise's history. A great idea, one that I wish I thought of first.—BK
And here's the National League version.—BK
A Jason Bateman profile that's not very in-depth, but hey, we'll take whatever we can get.—BK
It's exactly the reason you'd expect: music licensing fees. Is there any entertainment medium left that hasn't had run-ins with the music industry over this stuff?—BK
A look back at the NBA legend's brief foray into Major League Baseball.—BK
I loved, loved, loved "The Adam Carolla Show." And now it's gone.
Worth reading if only for the unintentional comedy of "Hershey's should bump up the nuts" and a semi-tangentially-related Google image search bit at the end of the piece that will leave you irreparably scarred.—BK
Sixteen films that do exactly what the title implies.—JS
If you're like me, you've always been mildly fascinated by the 18th century English writer Samuel Johnson, but not enough to read an entire book either by or about him. Well, now we're in luck: a Slate.com article about two new Samuel Johnson biographies!—JM
Some (#1) are quite bolder than others (#2). That said, it's never too early to start thinking about baseball season, is it?—JM
Plenty of people liveblog the Oscars; you can bet TWoP does it best.—JM
Another sign of 30 Rock's underappreciation: in order to get a nice, long article about the best show on American television, we have to turn to the British.—BK
This year's acting winners seem unlikely to be future candidates for this list (especially since one of them is, you know, dead). If only Mickey Rourke had won...—BK
Because we'd like to free up time for more awkward, stilted banter between presenters.
If you read Joe's Oscar picks and thought to yourself, "These are entertaining and insightful, but I prefer fewer laughs and more spittle-spewing rants," then you are in luck, my friends!
My Oscars picks column comes to PoopReading.com... and the world will never be the same. Okay, fine; it will. Just go ahead and read this in any case, okay?
A nice take on the fallacy of trying to rewrite the baseball record books.—BK
Making the case that Conan O'Brien will be great as the new host of The Tonight Show. He will, but the fact that this means we're that much closer to Leno in prime-time is taking some of the fun out of this.—BK
The fourth of four reviews of the films from the 2009 Movie Draft gives a taste of rural politics, steamy sexual intrigue, and family secrets with Josh Brolin, Sean Penn, and who else but Angelina Jolie?
The third of four reviews of the films from the 2009 Movie Draft showcases the comedic talents of Richard Jenkins, Meryl Streep, Brad Pitt and Philip Seymour Hoffman, as Melissa Leo looks on (hey, somebody's got to play the straight man).
You don't have to love the Mariners to get a warm tingle down your spine when you read this piece about the return of Ken Griffey, Jr. You merely have to love sports.—JM
To tide you over until tomorrow, when PoopReading.com offers fresh, homegrown Oscar picks, here are some from the indispensable AwardsDaily.com—JM
Having recently viewed it for a second time, I have to agree: it never really got a fair shake.—BK
A thoughtful – if not necessarily groundbreaking – rumination on Abraham Lincoln in general, and how different generations have perceived Lincoln in particular.—JM
The second of four reviews of the films from the 2009 Movie Draft finds Penélope Cruz, Anne Hathaway and Mickey Rourke in a thriller set in the hot, steamy jungles of Central and South America.
The first of four reviews of the films from the 2009 Movie Draft brings us Robert Downey, Jr. on a quest for the truth about the 1969 moon landing.
As a topic, it's a horse that has seen better days, but the style of the piece and his theory on the difference in fan/media outrage between baseball and football players make it worth checking out.—BK
He's abandoning TV for the internet. TV's loss, to be sure.—BK
If you like "Fun Facts" on Letterman, you'll like these; the styles are very similar.—BK
Fire. Sliced bread. The automobile. Flight. Landing on the moon. These were some of mankind's greatest achievements. Until now.
The man who predicted last year's election to within a mere percentage point turns his focus to Sunday's Oscars.—JS
You know, if you just read a transcript of the show without watching it, you'd think every contestant was a 4-year-old.—JS
Through a profile of the Rockets' Shane Battier, Lewis digs into the emergence of statistical analysis in the NBA. Can we just have Michael Lewis write all the in-depth sports profiles? Please?—BK
An oldie but a goodie (though you do need to have at least a passing familiarity with the song).—BK
Lengthy, entertaining profile of comedian Demetri Martin, he of the new Comedy Central smash hit Important Things.—JS
A list that includes two famous players whose bans you might not be aware of (I certainly wasn't).—BK
The first of many Oscar-themed links and posts you'll see this week.—BK
If Alex Rodriguez is the most hated man in sports right now, hockey player Bryan Little of the Atlanta Thrashers should be the most beloved.
In honor of pitchers and catchers reporting to Spring Training this weekend, here's a beautifully-crafted explanation of how 12 baseball pitches work.—BK
A review of Ferrell and McKay's Broadway Bush impersonation sendoff, highlighting the informative power of comedy.—JS
A fascinating exploration of the shifting factors influencing one of life's biggest decisions: wait for true love, or settle?—JS
Leitch gives an in-depth recounting of his infamous April 2008 appearance on HBO's Costas Now.—BK
While everyone debates which movie deserves to win at this year's Oscars, we take a look at who should have won in 2003. Be warned: the Academy's choices don't look any better in the long view.
Wasn't Grover Cleveland fictional? I mean, that name... come on. Put a colon in the middle and you've got the title of a regional Sesame Street spin-off.—BK
I don't really follow the NBA when my Minnesota Timberwolves are bad (i.e., I don't really follow the NBA), but I feel like I get all I need to know from The Sports Guy's annual trade values column.—JM
A writer for The Colbert Report gives advice on finding and keeping a, uh, genie.—BK
Finally – and definitively – all-time great Super Bowl #17 through all-time great Super Bowl #1. And I don't want to hear any arguments out of any of you.
Who says this economy isn't creating new jobs?—BK
The former Texas Ranger waxes in context about A-Rod's decision to go Jose Canseco on us from 2001-03.—MW
A fascinating look at a turn I'd like to see more struggling publications make: away from fast news and towards analysis and in-depth news.—JS
To be clear: this is not, unfortunately, an offer being extended from the author to you.—BK
SNL Transcripts always makes for good reading, and this is one of my favorites. It's got the Will Ferrell/Adam McKay stamp all over it, so if you like Anchorman and Step Brothers, you should like this.—BK
A few months ago, Clint Eastwood basically called our generation a bunch of pussies. Was he right? In there anyone out there who can take up the mantle of Clint, or, for that matter, of Harrison Ford? This piece's title might give you a clue...
Out of all the links we've posted, this one kept a smile on my face the longest.—JS
Excerpts from his book, which everyone should read regardless of interest in show business or comedy, just to learn how his mind works.—JS
I won't say that I agree with every word of this, but at the heart of it, there's an awfully good point.—BK
A computer-generated sci-fi epic with grand ambitions to communicate the perils of war and racism fails to remember the principal rule of filmmaking: Do Not Suck.—JS
In which I take you on a magical journey from the 27th-best Super Bowl ever all the way to... the 18th-best Super Bowl ever. Don't worry; the good ones are coming soon.
Gotta love the subtitle: "Nobody liked him before the steroids, nobody likes him now."—BK
After 24 years, they figure the "New Coke" debacle is erased from the cultural memory and we're ready to go back to basics.—JS
Without giving away any of the titles, I can tell you that it manages to give some love to Albert Brooks, Steve Martin and Pixar, which is enough to win us over.—BK
The title pretty much says it all.—JM
In which I cover reality TV and grammar. And if there are two more compelling subjects out there waiting to be tackled, I'd certainly love to hear what they are... yeah. Thought so.
Letterman's offhand, carefree incisiveness keeps him relevant even when his show isn't always at its best. Why to watch, even if you do so with your finger on the fast-forward button.—JS
My kingdom for an AIDS Wolf/Minus the Bear double bill.—BK
You can quibble about the rankings or the omissions (Bowfinger anyone?), you can complain that you can't get it all on one page, but the fact remains: it's still a chance to spend several minutes of your day reveling in Steve, and that's a wonderful thing.—BK
Surely the only place to find Jerry Seinfeld, Wilco and Bill Belichick thrown together... that is, until my one-act play gets produced.—BK
Exploring the legal issues surrounding Christian Bale's on-set tirade and bringing new meaning to the phrase "them's fightin' words!"—BK
There are so many generalizations in this piece that, if you ever went to grad school, your brain will actually liquefy and drip out of your nostrils as you read this. You just won't be able to handle it. And the generalizations are pretty much right on, too, which will only make you madder.—JM
Some say the Steelers-Cardinals Super Bowl was the greatest ever played. Spoiler alert: it wasn't. You'll have to wait until later in the week to find out what was; for now, though, read about all-time-best Super Bowl #43 through all-time-best Super Bowl #28. Why #28? Because that's when I got tired.
I understand that war is hell. I understand that killing is not to be romanticized. That said, you must – must! – check this out; it's one of the best things I've read on the internet in ages.—JM
The all-too-brief interview touches upon their recent reunion, new projects, and yeah, the whereabouts of those damn DVDs.—BK
David Denby has seen the enemy, and it is this year's Best Picture nominees. (FYI: Contains a few small plot details that might be considered mildly spoilerish.)—BK
The NFL season isn't really over until Gregg Easterbrook writes his Super Bowl column and hands out the Longest Award in Sports. Enjoy.—JM
Searching for the interview about Phil Connors staying in Punxsutawney for 10 years in Groundhog Day, I found this. Which is also interesting, and reveals the early incubation of The Year One.—JS
WALL-E director Andrew Stanton discusses the animation ghetto, and the trouble with sequels. (Hat tip, AC for the link.)—JS
In which I take Entertainment Weekly to task, make a hypocrite of myself, and generally rue the continued underappreciation of Albert Brooks.
Number one on their list (and mine): those annoying head-box DVD sets The Simpsons used starting with Season 6.—BK
May as well let the King sum up XLIII for us, no?—JM
A profile of director Bob Fishman that details the incredible amount of effort that goes into making a successful TV broadcast of an NFL game.—BK