Steeped in the rough-and-tumble spoken-word movement, boiled in punk rock, roasted in alcohol, pressure-cooked in American literature and turned like a newel post on the lathe of American journalism, Cary Tennis brings his passionate oratory on arts, politics and culture to Salon every Wednesday.
This week, he who has little use for athletic events in general finds something oddly compelling about the prospect of spending the winter watching the NBA on television. Not the "purity of sports" exactly, but something about the fact that the hoop doesn't pray and doesn't make speeches.
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