This year's Duke-Carolina game featured future pros including Ty Lawson (pictured), Danny Green, Gerald Henderson and Tyler Hansbrough. Greg Nelson/SI |
1. Play in the Crosby Clambake
I grew up in the area and have attended the tournament since I was a kid, spellbound by the beauty of Pebble Beach and intoxicated by the commingling of golf and entertainment royalty. A 49ers fan is never going to get inside the huddle but every year 150 or so regular guys -- albeit well-connected and usually filthy rich -- get to tee it up alongside various PGA Tour stars in front of big crowds and a national TV audience. Someday I hope to be one the lucky few, with two simple goals: make the Sunday pro-am cut and not humiliate myself in front of the world.
2. Duke-North Carolina at Cameron
Yes, those Dukies are bit smug, but there's no arguing with their spunk. I attended a great basketball school, UCLA, but the atmosphere at Pauley Pavilion was staid and stale, owing to all of the middle-aged boosters and alums who are given priority seating. Duke-UNC is the very distillation of the passion and energy that makes college basketball so much fun, and the students rule Cameron. Also, in any given year there's likely to be a half dozen future pros on the floor.
3. The Super Bowl
I've covered a good number of NFL games but never the game. Recent Bowls have been instant classics, and getting to be there would mean not having to host the neighbors for yet another party. But there's more to the Super Bowl than just the game -- the entire week is full of parties so decadent Nero would blush. Come to think of it, one Super Bowl will probably be enough.
4. Wimbledon
The whole thing seems a tad too stuffy and British, but I guess that's the appeal. As sporting events have become increasingly crass and commercial the dignity and elegance of Wimbledon looks all the more appealing. And Federer-Nadal has merely become the best rivalry in sports.
5. Tour de France
In 1996 I covered the Tour de Pont, a 12-day, 1,225-mile race through the American South won by a young upstart named Lance Armstrong. It was exhilarating to ride in the support cars, hugging the back tires of the cyclists, and I enjoyed the moveable feast aspect of being in a different town (or state) every night. Having watched innumerable hours of the TV coverage, I'm quite sure the Tour de France would be this experience, squared.
My favorite: The Open Championship at St. Andrews
The Masters offers numerous simple pleasures and the back nine of Augusta National regularly produces unforgettable theater but the whole experience is so perfectly managed it can feel a tad synthetic. The British Open is a different kind of fun, exotic and a little rough around the edges, like the courses themselves. What makes golf unique is the variety of its playing surfaces and the vagaries that go along with being an outdoor sport, best played near the sea. The Old Course is the apotheosis of this, a quirky, maddening, utterly unique piece of ancient earth. It is where the game began hundreds of years ago and where it is renewed every five years with a new Open. The Old Course also has the good fortune to be set down in the middle of a beautiful and historic little town that is brimming with pubs. During Open week all of St. Andrews is alive with talk of the tournament. For one week at least, golf is not a diversion but a way of life.
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Kelli Anderson I love tennis, but I've never covered it at the professional level. Why
not start at a Grand Slam in my favorite city? I know the red clay at
Roland Garros poses a grueling test for the world's best players ...
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Lars Anderson NASCAR driver Jimmie Johnson had the ultimate "Man's Day" -- his term
-- a few years back when he was on the sidelines for both the AFC and
NFC championship games. (A bottle of Grey Goose also was involved.)
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Michael Bamberger Mavericks, in Half Moon Bay, Calif., a half-hour south of San
Francisco is one of the best large-size surf breaks in the world. As I
can barely stand on two feet of warm Atlantic mush, the idea of surfing
one of the most radical waves in all of wavedom ...
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Mark Beech When it comes to watching livestock race through the streets of an ancient European city, this turf writer remains partial to the 90-second spectacle of the Palio di Siena. Twice a year, every July and August, the cobblestones of this Tuscan hill town's Piazza del Campo are covered with a thick layer of dirt, and its stone walls are layered ...
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Richard Deitsch The legends now broadcast from the booth in the sky: Mel Allen and Red Barber came and went long before my time; Harry Kalas recently passed and Ernie Harwell has long retired. Only Vin Scully remains, a lyrical constant between Jackie Robinson and Manny Ramirez. Others will rank exotic sports destinations at the top ...
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Adam Duerson By some stroke of luck I got to attend Super Bowl XL in 2006 as a "photo assistant" (meaning that I had to hand rolls of film to Walter Iooss Jr., who sat next to me, every several minutes). It was the Steelers versus the Seahawks ...
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Michael Farber Bone weary of a manicured lawn and you-da-man/in-the-hole galleries,
and distinctly unmoved by the self-consciousness of Augusta, I yearn for golf au natural. A little rain. A lot of wind. Gore-Tex instead of Spandex. Bump and runs. Fescue up to Anthony ...
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Damon Hack I don't remember my first brush with Wimbledon, but my mom does. I was
3 years old in the summer of 1975 when Arthur Ashe defeated Jimmy
Connors in the men's final, a moment that she celebrated by picking me
up, holding me in front of the television ...
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Lee Jenkins I have never been to Omaha, but I imagine a baseball utopia smack in
the heartland where for two weeks every June teams from the South and
West Coast gather to eat grade-A steak and settle the one major college
championship that is still relatively pure. I watch at least
half-a-dozen games on television every year ...
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Peter King Not sure where, but in places like Billings, Mont., and Casper,
Wyo., with the sun setting over the left-field fence, with purple
mountains majesty above thy fruited plain. Preferably with a local
microbrew in my right hand.
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Tim Layden I was once a good runner. Not Olympic/NCAA good, but
better-than-most-road racers good. I ran 32:50 for 10K and 50:59 for
15K and several times tried training for a marathon, but on each
occasion got injured. This was 25 years ago ...
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Jack McCallum In 1980, I was covering the Philadelphia Phillies for a newspaper in Allentown, Pa., when, in early August, I left to take a job at the now defunct Baltimore News-American. So I missed that team's memorable run to the 1980 championship ...
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S.L. Price I really wanted to do this when it was run on the purist Paris-Dakar route -- the ultimate marriage of wine and dust -- but instability in Africa the last few years has led the looniest road race on the planet to be cancelled or moved to South America ...
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Alan Shipnuck I grew up in the area and have attended the tournament since I was a kid, spellbound by the beauty of Pebble Beach and intoxicated by the commingling of golf and entertainment royalty. A 49ers fan is never going to get inside the huddle but every year 150 or so regular guys -- albeit well-connected and usually filthy rich ...
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Gary Van Sickle Hockey, like baseball, is a game of anticipation. Except there's
not much anticipation factor during a Vancouver-Columbus game in
January. Ah, but the Stanley Cup playoffs are different. Every game is
vital. Every rush up the ice you can feel the excitement swell. This is
the time, this is the play something could actually happen!
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Alex Wolff In the magazine I've described Duke and North Carolina in basketball as
"the one rivalry all other rivalries secretly wish to be." But I don't
stand by that comment quite as stoutly as I would if I'd seen the
Tigers play the Tide, a feud I've been curious ...
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