Lynx vs Fever: A Tale of Two Temperatures and One Very Confused Planet By Dave’s Locker International Desk (still wearing a hazmat suit “just in case”) Let us begin with the obvious: somewhere in the last decade the natural world decided that satire was obsolete and hired itself out as a headline writer. Case in…
Aaron Judge: The 6’7” American Export Who Reminds the World That Size Still Matters By “Globetrotting” Grigor Malinov, filing from somewhere with regrettable Wi-Fi and excellent bourbon Somewhere between the collapse of the Turkish lira and the news that Beijing’s smog now has its own diplomatic passport, a man named Aaron Judge—built like a Cold-War…
The Friendly Farce: How Meaningless Matches Keep the World Spinning (and the Cash Registers Ringing) Somewhere between a glorified training session and an excuse for patriotic day-drinking, the international football “friendly” lumbers on—a ritual as old as FIFA’s first Swiss bank account. From the neon-drenched stadiums of Doha to the frostbitten stands of Reykjavik, these…
Venezuela vs Colombia: A Border Spat That Could Give the Whole Hemisphere Heartburn By the time you read this, the Bolívarian Republic of Venezuela and the Republic of Colombia have already performed their daily choreography of saber-rattling, Twitter-thread diplomacy, and the kind of military posturing that looks impressive only if you squint really hard and…
The Pacific is wide, but the chasm of mutual fascination between Washington and Tokyo has always been wider. From the vantage point of a press hotel in Manila that smells faintly of mildew and ambition, the Estados Unidos–Japón pas de deux looks less like a strategic alliance and more like a long-running telenovela whose writers…
Napalm, the sticky sweetheart of 20th-century warfare, is having a moment again—though not the kind that comes with candle-lit dinners. From the charred outskirts of Kharkiv to the scorched orchards of Gaza, its descendants—thermobaric goulash, white-phosphorus flambé, and the ever-popular Mark 77 cocktail—are being ladled out by generals who insist, with the sincerity of a…
A Tale of Two Neighbors: How the Venezuela-Colombia Border Became the World’s Most Absurd Front Line By the time you finish this sentence, another Venezuelan will have crossed the Simón Bolívar bridge into Colombia—statistically speaking, at least. The pedestrian thoroughfare, once famous only for its view of the Táchira River and the chance to buy…
Draymond Green: The Empire’s Court Jester Goes Global By Diego “The Sardine” Martinez, Senior Correspondent, Dave’s Locker If you want to understand late-stage American soft power, skip the State Department pressers and watch Draymond Green conduct a press conference in Paris, Tokyo, or—God help us—Riyadh. There he is: 6-foot-6, built like a bouncer who moonlights…
Big Brother, Bigger Brother, Biggest Brother: A Global Prime-Time Panopticon From the concrete sprawl of São Paulo to the neon-lit insomnia of Seoul, the question ricochets through group chats, taxi radios, and half-drunk living rooms like an anxious metronome: “What time is Big Brother on tonight?” At first glance it’s a banal TV query—one more…
Venezuela vs The Known Universe: A One-Sided Bout in Extra Rounds By Our Man in the Cheap Seats, somewhere over the Caribbean CARACAS—In the blue corner, weighing in at 916,445 km² and shrinking fast, stands a country whose inflation rate once clocked 130,060 %—a figure so cartoonish it made Zimbabwe blink. In every other corner,…
Quito, Ecuador – Somewhere between the Andes and a nervous hedge fund, Ecuador and Argentina are playing a game that looks suspiciously like football but smells unmistakably like geopolitics. The fixture itself—tonight at Estadio Rodrigo Paz Delgado—will decide little in the cosmic ledger: three points, a few million collective heartbeats, maybe a shattered TV or…
It is a truth universally acknowledged that two professional ball clubs, separated by the 2,000-kilometre polite fiction known as the U.S.–Canada border, can still manufacture enough existential dread to keep the rest of the planet momentarily distracted from its own flaming garbage scows. On Tuesday night the Houston Astros—those erstwhile pariahs of the sign-stealing scandal,…
