Yerevan to Dublin: Two Nations, One Shared Talent for Existential Despair By Our Man in the Departure Lounge, still nursing a suspiciously metallic in-flight coffee The world’s attention—what little remains after the latest celebrity asteroid scare—has pivoted to a football qualifier that sounds less like a fixture and more like the set-up to an Ionesco…
Cameron Heyward: The Last Man Standing in a League Bent on Self-Immolation By our man in the cheap seats, Brussels Bureau Let us begin with the obvious: Cameron Heyward is a very large human paid to run into other very large humans on behalf of a city whose river once caught fire. This is, on…
When the New Orleans Saints released their 2024 schedule, the planet’s axis did not visibly tilt, yet from Jakarta to Johannesburg a certain breed of humans—those who can recite salary-cap minutiae but forget their wedding anniversary—paused to perform the annual ritual of cosmic prognostication. In the grand bazaar of geopolitics, the Saints’ slate is a…
