While I Was Busy Hating Vegas, And

Of Course Many Bars In Manhasset, Like Bars Everywhere, Were Nasty Places, Full Of Pickled People Marinating In Regret.

Some Of Football's Gaudiest Displays Of Manliness Are Purely Aesthetic. It's Not What Players Do, It's How They Look Doing It.

Baseball, Boxing, Handball - Sooner Or Later Every Game Gets Compared To Narrative, But Only In Football Are The Plays Perfectly Linear, Drawn Up With Letters, And Only In Football Is The Field Itself Lined Like A Sheet Of Notebook Paper.

History Is The Narrative Of People Searching For A Place To Go.

I Began Dividing Life In Absolutes... Things And People Were Either Perfectly Bad, Or Perfectly Good, And When Life Didn't Obey This Black-and-white Rule, When Things Or People Were Complex Or Contradictory, I Pretended Otherwise. I Turned Every Defeat Into A Disaster, Every Success Into An Epic Triumph, And Separated All People Into Heroes Or Villains. Unable To Bear Ambiguity, I Built A Barricade Of Delusions Against It.