For all of its reputation as a country club sport for people who sit down for tea breaks between lobs, tennis is brutal. Tennis is a pure form of pugilism. The first time I opened my mind enough to give tennis a chance and watch a match, I knew exactly what I was seeing: Two people in a survival struggle. Two fighters out to kill each other. It wasn’t a sporting event, it was combat. And for the imagery of tennis being a strict province of rich people, there are a good number of players who come up from situations not dissimilar to those of other pugilists. The Williams sisters came from the bad part of Los Angeles. Jimmy Connors was raised in East St. Louis. Andre Agassi is from working class Las Vegas.
Like far too many other pugilists, Agassi wasn’t magically drawn into pugilism out of fascination or curiosity or enjoyment. He was yanked into it forcefully and legged it out in order to survive. In Open, his autobiography, Agassi is open about a fact tennis aficionados wouldn’t expect about him: He hates tennis. Since the release of Open, Agassi seems to have at least made his peace with his sport and accepted his lot as a tennis lifer. A recent news report said he’s acting as a coach. He appears in ads for major tournaments, still shows up at those tournaments, and posts occasional updates about tennis on his social media accounts. (Although most of his social media updates revolve around his family, and his Twitter feed is full of pictures of them at Vegas Golden Knights games.) (PS: You totally need to follow the Golden Knights on Twitter – they run the greatest account in sports, ever.)
Agassi loves the movie Shadowlands and is a deep introvert who loves a quiet evening in with close family and friends. Yet, the media painted him as a rebellious bad boy. Open is a portrait of a man who had everything one could ever want, except a sense of who he was. The thing about Open that’s most impressive is how it manages to avoid every athlete autobiography trope that ever existed. Throughout the book, the picture that Agassi forms about himself is one of a man who is deeply confused about how a basic human being functions. His entire modus operandi is to make major decisions by wondering to himself, “This is what normal people are supposed to do, right? This is how normal people act, isn’t it?”
Open is the story of what happens when a proper childhood gets deferred in favor of a demanding parent’s dream. Andre Agassi never wanted to play tennis, let alone go professional or become the world’s first-ranked player. In the opening chapters of the book, Agassi comes off as, well, I don’t want to say nerdy, but low-key and shy. His father was a tennis obsessive who demanded Andre stand out in the yard hitting tennis balls every day before school, then every day after school until night. In the middle of the seventh grade, Agassi was pulled out of school and enrolled against his will in the Nick Bollettieri Tennis Academy. His father was inspired to put Andre there after seeing a news report on it… Which exposed it as what was basically a tennis sweatshop that employed child labor. Agassi, in short, was robbed of a normal childhood and spent decades forcing himself on and off tennis courts out of survival. Tennis was the only thing he knew. Agassi’s entire life was fallout.
The idea of how normal people function is a constant theme throughout Open because it was what Agassi wanted most. One of the notable things about this book is that it doesn’t act as any sort of advocate for the life of a professional athlete. This isn’t a typical excesses-and-waste autobiography. Instead, it’s about one man’s search for inner peace and identity in a sport he hates. Since tennis was his life rather than his work, Agassi describes how he left all of his emotions on the court, fighting for every point as if his own life was on the line. He vividly describes the way tennis constantly put pressure on him and shows a sort of jealousy toward his great rival, Pete Sampras, whom he describes as more or less of a robot. He describes the way his fame from his “Image is Everything” ad affected him in a bad way, and how his primary concern during many matches was his wig staying in place.
The way tennis was shoved down Agassi’s throat ended up with a terrible side effect: When Agassi came of age, he had no clue how adults are supposed to think or act. Open isn’t a book about psychology, but there are deep psychological undertones to it. Why is he here, how does he act, and what does he do in various situations? After getting let off with a lenient punishment by a judge at one point, Agassi leaves the impression that he almost wanted the punishment just to see what it would be like. When he marries Brooke Shields, you get the impression that he was proposing because it was expected that a man his age be married. In the meantime, no one ever teaches him how to find people to trust, and so he repeatedly fails to find a team which is more than an entourage. At some point, he spent time with some loser who called himself Slim and used meth. He was lucky to get off lightly doing that, but he ran around the tennis circuit for awhile tanking matches.
Agassi does learn his lessons, though, and it’s at this point that the comeback which turned him into tennis royalty begins. Finally finding a caring father figure in his trainer Gil and a good coach in tennis legend Brad Gilbert, Agassi managed to turn his career around to such a point that he became the oldest first-ranked tennis player in history. He also finds his wife, fellow tennis great Steffi Graf, the only person who could possibly relate to the kind of pressure Agassi faced. Things do turn and end well for him, if not with the sort of anonymity he craved.
Autobiographies like this are rare things. Usually there’s a set group of tropes that athletes adhere to, and Open avoids them all. If an athlete promises to tell a truth that “crazy” or “unvarnished,” those are usually buzz words for a 200-page tome about how awesome the athlete is. In avoiding those tropes, Open pulls off the incredible trick of reminding readers that professional athletes are ultimately the one thing we forget they are: Human. It’s because of this that Open immediately found a spot on my list of all-time favorite sports books.
God Save the Fan by Will Leitch
March 9, 2019You have to check what it means whenever a sports columnist says they’re there to tell the TERRIBLE TRUTH! about THE WAY THINGS REALLY ARE! Most of the columnists who make such claims aren’t sportswriters. They’re pundits. What they do is write in as bombastic a way as possible in order to stoke emotions and set their readers off. And most of them don’t have any kind of offbeat thought to give – they just regurgitate obvious drivel with the temperament of a whiny seven-year-old.
Will Leitch is one of those rare sportswriters who DOES make it his mission to tell readers the terrible truth. Leitch has been one of my favorite sportswriters since I first discovered his work in 2008, and it’s not because he has the sort of verbosity that can rival a classic British novelist. He doesn’t, and he’s well aware of that fact. What Leitch has to offer are his ideas. Leitch was the man who created the popular sports blog Deadspin, a name which has become reviled in serious “journalistic” circles but popular among fans. Leitch’s point in creating Deadspin was to put the fun back into sports. Unfortunately, that means Deadspin is frequently rife with fluff pieces. But the site does employ real journalists, and when those journalists write about serious issues, they’re frequently on point. Even on lighter subjects, Deadspin’s writers can capture oddities which sports fans usually don’t catch. In any case, Leitch himself left Deadspin a long time ago, but his writing hasn’t changed much. And when I say he offers his ideas, what he does is verbalize a lot of cold, hard truths about sports – things that every fan knows to be true, but vehemently denies because they play counter to our idealist sports narratives.
Leitch’s book God Save the Fan is more or less of a Deadspin offshoot. It’s an essay collection of material that was never put up on Deadspin. And like Deadspin itself, it’s semi-serious and you can find a lot of little truths even in pieces that aren’t so serious. Leitch seems to have a tongue-in-cheek approach toward his own profession, and there are several pieces in God Save the Fan where he writes about the realities of being a sportswriter and beats up the stock phrases sportswriters use to justify their increasingly useless work. He writes with a frankness about sportswriting which is as surprising as it is refreshing, and takes just about every form of sports journalism down a peg. ESPN pundits are a particular target, but he also makes room to explain that fantasy sports experts have access to all the same knowledge as the plebes. Leitch writes that his once-idealistic view of sportswriting was changed by when college basketball legend Robert “Tractor” Traylor waved his penis at a crowd of journalists who were interviewing him.
Some of the other ideas Leitch covers in other pieces mention the following:
God Save the Fan is divided into four sections: Players, owners, media, and fans. Ironically, it’s the media section where Leitch deploys the most venom. Most of it is reserved for ESPN and the army of pundit puppets that gets paraded out to scream in viewers’ faces. Woody Paige and Skip Bayless get hit the hardest, but Leitch has plenty to say about Chris Berman (whose “You’re with me, leather” line is a source of endless fascination to Leitch), Stephen A. Smith, and Jay Mariotti (who, just a couple of years after the release of God Save the Fan, was charged with domestic battery and subsequently erased from popular media). Leitch writes about owners more matter-of-factly, like they’re more of a force of nature than anything. There’s one piece in God Save the Fan about the crimes of Baltimore Orioles owner Peter Angelos, and another listing Leitch’s picks for the five worst sports owners ever. (Chicago Blackhawks owner Bill Wirtz is on that list.)
In the other sections, about the players and the fans, Leitch is downright animated at times. And why wouldn’t he be? The players are the visible stars of a sports franchise while the fans are the ones who really make the sports world go round. In that section, Leitch stresses the humanity of professional athletes, writing various bits about how they’re no more interesting than regular people, about why Gilbert Arenas is more relatable than Lebron James, and about his appreciation of Ben Roethlisberger’s drinking habits. (He fails to mention Roethlisberger’s sexual assault charges.) It’s the player section of God Save the Fan which was the impetus for creating Deadspin: Humanizing professional athletes. And as for the final section, which is about fans, well, Leitch is a fan himself and he doesn’t even try to hide it. He writes about finding a bar in New York City where he can watch his beloved St. Louis Cardinals about why fantanking is a bad idea, and about why a true fan will never switch his team even if the team moves. (Note: Leitch is from a small Illinois town called Mattoon and therefore was never affiliated to any of his teams by geography, so I’ll grant him a pass on this. But it doesn’t change the fact that he’s totally wrong and that, if you’re from a major league professional sports city, you absolutely SHOULD switch teams if yours moves.) He writes about the difficulty of trying to separate your fantasy sports team from your heart.
Although Leitch does have a lot to say in God Save the Fan, there are certain parts where it looks like he was rushing to meet the deadline. He falls back on a handful of lists. There are lists devoted to the worst sports owners, the worst ESPN personalities, a list of journalists who were blackballed by ESPN, and his guide for how to act when attending a live baseball game is presented in a list format. One of the longer bits is a list of the crimes ESPN has committed. And Leitch dedicates a whole other piece to Cleveland television reporter Carl Monday. The Carl Monday bit doesn’t have anything at all to do with sports. It’s entirely about a segment Monday once created about catching someone jacking off in a library and publicly humiliating him, which ended up backfiring on Monday when he inadvertently turned into the face of everything wrong with public moral puritanism. Leitch admitted that the story has no connection to sports, and that the only reason he was able to run it on Deadspin at all was because Monday’s victim happened to be wearing an Ohio State shirt.
At the end of every section, there’s a funny little glossary covering some of the major personalities mentioned in every section. These are the parts where Leitch seems to be enjoying himself the most. The glossaries are where Leitch presents a handful of some of the big names and gives tongue-in-cheek descriptions of who they are. He has a bad habit of letting his small town roots show up in a bad way sometimes – his various descriptions of some of the people he names “not being black, not really” were a little unsettling, and he shows a subtle streak of sexism in them too – in attempts at being clever which really make him look like the bad kind of redneck. (Note: God Save the Fan was released in 2008, and Leitch has long since matured out of this.) The best glossary is the final glossary in the book, which covers the fans. How do you cover the fans? Well, Leitch goes through every baseball, football, and basketball team and describes their stereotypical fans. Some of these teams don’t have stereotyped fans, so Leitch gets creative. The only disappointing bit about this is that Leitch passes on hockey stereotypes, since he admits to not knowing enough about the sport. (Blackhawks, Chicago: Of COURSE they were fans before 2010! No, they never for a second thought the team moved to North Carolina or Arizona or mistook the AHL’s Chicago Wolves for an NHL team! Sabres, Buffalo: Believes the NHL is actively conspiring against the market that watches more televised hockey than any of the others. Thinks Edmonton’s gamut of first overall Draft picks is part of an effort to destroy the Sabres, no matter how often the Oilers have blown it. Refuses to believe the 1999 Final ended, and is ready to resume whenever Dallas is.)
I think this pretty much says everything about God Save the Fan, but there’s IS one more thing I have to mention about it: It was released way back in 2008, and the time-centering nature of essay collections creates a certain dissonance with this one. Lord knows God Save the Fan still makes for a fun, interesting read, but it ultimately pops up in a narrow window of sports history. You can read it and get a sense of things that seemed big back in 2008 – Leitch writes about steroids and gay athletes. We’ve definitely made our peace with the former and the latter isn’t the great whopper it was 11 years ago. He mentions Ryan Freel in a glossary; Freel, tragically, became another mental health statistic upon his recent suicide. He mentions the Seattle Supersonics in the fan glossary and jokes about Sonics fans wondering how much flights to Oklahoma City cost. (This isn’t funny to Seattleites. Natives and long-termers feel every bit as cheated as New York City, Baltimore, and Cleveland, and the only reason Seattle isn’t recognized as such is because of its status as a rich, West Coast transplant haven rather than a dead factory city in the Midwest. Both Clay Bennett and Howard Schultz are berserk buttons; Bennett WILL be lynched if he ever visits Seattle again, and it’s a testament to Schultz’s personal security squad that he HASN’T been.) Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens were still marketable, there was still debate about whether or not Tom Brady was better than Peyton Manning, It’s actually pretty conceivable for someone born in the 21st Century to pick up God Save the Fan and wonder what Leitch was talking about. It’s certainly fun to pick it up as a Millennial and suddenly read about some odd, long-forgotten bit of sports which seemed like a big deal at the time.
So… Yeah. God Save the Fan by Will Leitch. It’s worth a quick read, but it IS popcorn. Leitch has matured a lot since its publication, and in fact some of his more recent writings have walked back chunks of it. (Unlike a lot of other sportswriters and pundits – notably Bill Simmons – Leitch appears to have wholeheartedly embraced his maturity.) The sports world has also changed a lot. Some of God Save the Fan’s insights are still incredibly astute – his description of a football team being constructed in a way which makes every player both irrelevant and irreplaceable is something that really stuck with me – but as a book, it’s more of a relic than anything. It’s a book that’s squarely within its time, so it doesn’t offer anything new to people who were around for everything Leitch wrote about in it.
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