Twenty five years ago, Sports Illustrated editor Mark Mulvoy and first-year writer Rick Reilly made a pitch for an unknown kid from Division III Plymouth State and in the process created a cover story that still resonates today.
As a columnist, I'm used to writing things that offend other folks. It comes with the job. And there are times when I have responded to what other folks in the media will say and write. Again, it's just what we do.
Three weeks into fatherhood and two weeks into football season, Tom Brady has a personal problem to tackle: balancing his schedule between playing with the New England Patriots and seeing his infant son, who is home in Los Angeles with his mom, Bridget Moynahan.
While it's hard to remember the Masters without Tiger Woods, here, from the pages of our sister publication Sports Illustrated, is a decade-old snapshot of something you'll never forget: the nail-biting quiet before Tiger's first Masters as a professional in 1997, and the aftereffect of the most dominating performance ever seen up to that time in a major championship. (Unattributed lines excerpted from stories by Rick Reilly, John Garrity and Jaime Diaz.)
In the interest of full disclosure, I think cheerleading is absolutely stupid. Also in the interest of full disclosure, I dated a girl in college who'd been a high school cheerleader. She still thought it was super rad. I didn't, and I couldn't pretend. I even had her read Rick Reilly's fantastic October 1999 column that wonderfully elucidated the frivolity of cheerleading. She and I only dated about two more months. I guess we just couldn't see eye to G-double-O-D E-Y-E.