ESPN. Sports Illustrated. Fox Sports. National sports coverage that occasionally dollops attention on major markets. The Washington Post. The LA Times. The Boston Globe.
Major market papers that keep an eye on national stories. But
what happens to sports on the outskirts of those major markets? What
happens when there are sports in the forest and no major media outlets
are there to hear it?
In Granite Fringes, John Weaver goes to those forests in search
of answers, paying particular attention to the author's beloved home
state, the great state of New Hampshire (it's the one right by
Vermont). New columns appear Fridays, exploring what sports coverage
and sports fandom is like in the places big media fears to tread.
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Friday, 11 November 2005 |
VH1
and ESPN Classic have made a cottage industry out of turning lists into
televised entertainment: Top 40 Fabulous Lives, Top 20 Game Ending
Plays, etc. They’re good conversation fodder because of their
arbitrariness. How is Doug Flutie's pass that low? Britney Spears is
skanky and trashy, how is her life that fabulous? |
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Friday, 04 November 2005 |
Any map freaks out there? Anyone looking for a sports map of the
US you can play Risk on? You want a fascinating look at sports
allegiances in the fringes of this country? Check out the maps of sports fandom. |
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Wednesday, 26 October 2005 |
My dad informed me this weekend that the hunt for the granite
championship of glory is already on, with the playoffs starting in a
few weeks. And for the first time since I was in 10th grade, my high
school is in it. That year we made it all the way to the state
championship, so I’m very hopeful. But I'm also curious – how are local
papers treating the playoffs? |
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Wednesday, 19 October 2005 |
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I’m from New Hampshire. I don’t like Vermont. I honestly believe in the mutual exclusivity of living free or dying. I can parallel park, but it ain’t pretty, and that’s because it wasn’t on my New Hampshire driving test. I love Lake Winnipesaukee, not because it’s a tourist trap, but because I’ve been going for so long I remember when I didn’t know it was a tourist trap. When I’m at a bar, I want Smuttynose beer, preferably the IPA. Massachusetts drivers are the worst. |
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