In the summer of 1970, the editors of SPORT proclaimed that the “political awakening of the American athlete, we believe, began with the murder of Bobby Kennedy.” …

“You guys are wrong. I’m telling you,” Milt Pappas said to his Cincinnati Reds teammates in the clubhouse of Crosley Field, “there’s no sense in having a players’ association if you go out there and play.” It was Saturday evening. Less than five years had passed since NFL commissioner Pete…

“It was 8:45 on Saturday and the big guy had done it.” Dwight Chapin, then in his second year as a reporter for the Los Angeles Times, wrote these words in the press box of Dodger Stadium on the evening of June 8, 1968 — just three days after an…

On the afternoon of July 24, 1967, several members of the Detroit Tigers stood on a yacht that had been docked at a private club in Grosse Pointe, Michigan. All through the previous night and into the morning, they had debated whether this trip — held on an off day…

My Life With and Without the Supermen. — June 2009, the Century Association, midtown Manhattan. The graying man being honored that night wears a tan suit, his tie loosened and askew, making him appear as the prep school boy he never was. But what else could Peter Kaplan wear? There was the blue blazer that saw him through…

Mike Steele It was early August and it had begun to grow dark as I stood on the elevated platform of Avenue U, set in what some consider the backwater of Brooklyn, but which a great many who are not editors or television writers, much less mutual fund managers, do…

From Madras to Miami of Ohio, my mother was never — and always — home — My mother was born on July 28, 1938, in the city of Madras, the youngest girl in a family of six or eight, depending on how you choose to count the two siblings who died too young and whom we now remember only as whispers who might have been your…