Inside the Titans’ Locker Room: Naked Fear

My initial forays as rookie sportswriter into the weird world of the professional sports franchise locker room haven’t exactly been home runs. Turns out, all I really needed was a little practice. The phone rings. It’s a Friday afternoon, in the hottest part of August. I pick up. It’s my editor at NPR’s Only a Game. He wants me…

I love Michael Chabon. I hate Michael Chabon.

Love him because he’s so damn good. Hate him for the same reason. I first fell under his spell during a casual encounter with The Yiddish Policemen’s Union and then descended into hopeless obsession this summer, between the pages of The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. Here’s a brief passage from the first essay in Manhood for Amateurs,…