Don't you forget about me
An interesting combination of circumstances conspired to form the genesis of this post. Yesterday, I was riding back from a field trip to the Globe and Mail 's Toronto office with several Journal colleagues, sitting in a crowded van, listening to 80's music and reading Sports Illustrated 's Fifty Years of Great Writing . The Simple Minds song Don't You (Forget About Me) of Breakfast Club fame came on, and it struck me that in many ways, that's what great sportswriting is really all about: capturing the games, events and legends and firmly entrenching them in the readers' minds. The ability to do that turns a talented backfield from merely Stuhldreher, Crowley, Miller and Layden , who would have been remembered as merely one of the many talented units in 1920s college football and likely forgotten about soon afterwards, into the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse , who have remained outlined against a blue-gray October sky for almost 84 years and seem probable to...