Jon Finkel

A Tale of Two Finkels

By: Jon Finkel “Jon Finkels have to stick together.” I didn’t say that, Jon Finkel did. Confused? You’re not alone. For just under two decades Jon Finkel and I have been mistaken for each other on the Internet by everyone from casual Googlers of our careers to his own grandparents. True story: For about four straight years in the early 2000s the other Jon Finkel’s …

Jeff Pearlman: The Making of a New York Times Bestselling Sportswriter (and Admitted Book Whore)

By: Jon Finkel FBI profilers aren’t necessary to decode the personality traits and behavioral patterns that make up most successful sportswriters. The specific breed of journalist that Jeff Pearlman, the New York Times bestselling author of Showtime, The Bad Guys Won and Boys Will Be Boys, belongs to is one of the more prevalent strains of the sports scribe tribe. The telltale signs first appear …

Pro Bull Riders On Excruciating Injuries and Why Bull Snot is Glorious

By: Jon Finkel Brendon Clark’s worst injury as a professional bull rider happened when a near one-ton American Bucking Bull thumped his chest, resulting in a lacerated liver, bruised lung and broken ribs, which sounds horrible. Yet it seems far more tolerable than having to lug your melon-sized, black and blue, swollen genitals around for three weeks, which is what 11th ranked PBR athlete Jory …

NBA All-Star Damian Lillard on #4BarFriday and Building an Online Brand

By: Jon Finkel Portland Trailblazers superstar point guard Damian Lillard has mastered the art of the crossover. His warp speed, left right dribble mesmerizes defenders and his whip smart social media posts ignite his followers. In fact, Lillard’s on-court dominance is so well-matched by his online influence that he recently received the NBA’s Social Media MVP Award over mega-stars like LeBron James, Kevin Durant and …

The Night The Legend of the Driveway Was Born

This Feature Earned a Notable Mention in the 2015 Best American Sports Writing Anthology By: Jon Finkel The foul line we sprayed on the driveway had faded long ago. The white box on our clear backboard had likewise vanished, but amazingly, nobody knew when. The hoop itself, once a gleaming announcement to the neighborhood that the Finkel boys had moved into town, probably only measured …