Necaxa vs Juárez: A Quiet Border War the World Pretends Not to Notice By Santiago “Sam” Valdez, Senior Correspondent, Dave’s Locker The first rule of international journalism is that nothing is ever “just a game,” especially when the fixture is played within mortar range of the U.S. border, under floodlights paid for by a cryptocurrency…
**Tsunami Warning: Humanity’s Biannual Reminder That the Ocean Is Still Boss** By the time the Pacific Tsunami Warning Center hits “send” on its all-caps love letter to coastlines, half the planet is already memeing wave-height graphics and the other half is Googling “how fast do tsunamis run, asking for a friend.” From Tokyo’s stock-exchange floor…
Deion Sanders Is America’s Last Exportable Myth—And the Rest of the World Is Buying By Dave’s Foreign Correspondent-at-Large, still jet-lagged in four continents and counting PARIS—While European cafés argue over whether football is the one with the round ball or the pointy one, Deion “Coach Prime” Sanders has quietly become the most American thing the…
**The Kennedy Curse Goes Global: America’s Most Dramatic Dynasty Continues to Captivate the World’s Morbid Fascination** The Kennedy name travels well—perhaps too well for the family’s own good. From Cape Cod to Canberra, this American dynasty has become the world’s favorite cautionary tale about ambition, power, and the universe’s apparent sense of humor when it…
The Chainsaw Man Movie, announced last week by MAPPA with the sort of ceremonial gravitas normally reserved for papal conclaves or new iPhone releases, is already being parsed by the planet’s chattering classes like an intercepted diplomatic cable. From Lagos to Lisbon, fans are asking the same question: will a film about a teenage devil-hunter…
Seattle Grace Hospital, that fluorescent-lit amphitheater of cardiac arrests and coital misadventures, has quietly become the most successful U.S. cultural export you never bothered to count. While Washington obsesses over arms deals and microchip sanctions, Grey’s Anatomy has spent nineteen seasons performing open-heart surgery on the planet’s imagination—suturing together a global audience that now stretches…
Channing Tatum, Demon Slayer: When Hollywood Abs Meets Tokyo Yokai By Our Correspondent in the Existential Lobby of Terminal 3, Narita The first reports came from a 24-hour ramen joint in Shibuya at 3:12 a.m. local time: Channing Tatum—yes, the human protein shake from Alabama—had been spotted in a kendo dojo, sweating through a montage…
The Curious Case of Justin Verlander, or How One Man’s Fastball Explains the Entire Planet’s Midlife Crisis By Our Resident Correspondent, Nursing His Third Espresso in an Airport Lounge with No Name There is a moment, somewhere around the 3 a.m. mark in every international newsroom, when the ticker shifts from “tanks rolling into grain…
The World Watches America Un-Ring Its Bell By Our Man in the Cheap Seats, Dave’s Locker Foreign Desk Washington—So the robe-wearers have, in their infinite wisdom, decided that yesterday’s landmark is today’s disposable placemat. The United States Supreme Court has overturned a previous ruling—no need to name it; by the time you finish this paragraph…
Mazatlán vs. Pumas: A Carnival of Collapse Played Out on Two Continents By Dave’s Locker International Desk The Pacific tide rolls in over Mazatlán’s malecón just as the tide of public patience rolls out for Club Mazatlán and their perennial tormentors, Pumas UNAM. On paper it’s merely another mid-table Liga MX fixture, a Wednesday-night obligation…
The AL Wild Card standings, that most American of scoreboards, are currently being scrutinized by baseball fans from Tokyo to Tegucigalpa with the intensity usually reserved for cryptocurrency charts or North Korean missile trajectories. Because let’s face it—when your own local economy is circling the drain like a poorly thrown slider, watching millionaires chase a…
The Postcode Lottery Isn’t Just a Game—It’s the World’s Quietest Form of Aristocracy by Dave’s Locker International Desk Picture this: you’re born in 90210, postcode of swimming pools and televised existential dread. Your cousin, meanwhile, enters the world in 48201—Detroit—where the only pools are potholes deep enough to drown a midsize sedan. Same passport, same…
