Author Archives: Mark Dent

Pistol Pete

*Quick housekeeping note. In case you didn’t notice. Rustin and I combined blogs. We’re still working on getting this site to look cool, but hopefully we’ll have all the bugs out soon. On to the post…

The phone call from Pete Sampras was supposed to arrive at 12:10. Not noon.

“He’s very regimented, always right on time,” his PR guy said.

I wasn’t quite sure what to make of this. Sampras was coming to Dallas for an exhibition match against Todd Martin. They play tonight.

As the de facto tennis writer for our paper, I got the assignment (ran in the paper on Thursday). Of course I crave writing these stories. Since about the 2005 U.S. Open, when James Blake had his coming out party, I’ve enjoyed tennis as much as any sport, perhaps except college basketball.

And it’s strange, I seem to levitate more toward tennis with each passing year, each passing Grand Slam. This September I watched at least one match every day during the U.S. Open. Maybe it was because I didn’t have to waste my time doing any homework, or because of the great storylines of Caroline Wozniacki, Melanie Oudin and of course, Roger Federer. I’m not sure. But I watched more tennis than I ever have and read every store there was to read on SI.com.

Anyways, Sampras’ reign ended long before I became a true follower. But I still knew about him. I want to say my first memory of watching tennis involved him. It’s quite fuzzy, but I remember seeing a guy with brown, curly hair playing on TV and then later saying he was my favorite player.

Because of this, because of his 14 Grand Slams and because well, I’m 22 and still new to this writing business, I fretted about the conversation I would be having with Sampras.

I sometimes get nervous before I interview high school cross country coaches. And a tennis legend was going to call my cell phone.

Then I heard that comment from his agent. This made it infinitesimally worse. Yeah, of course I knew Sampras was the silent assassin. He would rock his opponents to sleep before attacking when the match got too close and then say four words about it if he was in a talkative mood. He was great, but he was an enigma. He was either aloof or just quiet.

This scheduled 12:10 thing made it seem like he would call in a hurry, answer questions with short sentences and announce that he had to go after five minutes.

The night before the scheduled interview, I jotted down several questions – something I always do but not as strictly as I did for this. That morning, I arrived to work at about 9:30 and made a few phone calls for some other assignments.

At about 10:30, my phone rang, flashing a 310 area code on the screen. That’s Los Angeles.*

*Why do I know that area code by heart? It must be from this Ludacris song. I’m still upset he didn’t mention the 913, or at least the 816 or 785.

“Hey Mark,” the voice said. “This is Pete. Hope this isn’t too early for you.”

The most regimented man in tennis called me almost two hours before his schedule. He had just dropped off his oldest child at school.

For about 20 minutes, I asked questions. He answered them and went off on his own stories, laughing a few times while telling them.
In sports writing, you’re not supposed to admire or really, get anxious talking to anyone, but when it’s one of the all-time tennis greats, you get nervous that you’re talking to him, and you get nervous that he could come off as too big-time.

Sampras didn’t necessarily ever have a reputation of being hard to deal with, or even having a mean streak, like say, Michael Jordan. But he was never quite open to the public. He was kind of a mystery man.

Because of that and the 12:10 call and warning from his PR guy, I thought this Sampras interview could have gone either way. Any person, especially one as famous and busy as Sampras, could have cut short an interview or not taken it seriously with a small-time, rookie journalist.

He didn’t. He may not have genuinely cared, but it sure seemed like he did.

The fact that Sampras seems to be a great guy shouldn’t rock the world as great news. In the end, it probably doesn’t matter. He played sports well and still puts on shows at exhibitions.

But to know he does that and cares about the public, well, doesn’t that make the sports world shine a little brighter for everyone?

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Introduction and Halloween music

So I decided to start a blog. The first post is about something entirely stupid – Halloween songs. Skip past this lame intro if you wish. But before the official first post, I thought I would explain why I’m starting this blog.

Why does anyone start a blog? Now that’s a great question. And when did they start?

I’m sure a quick Wikipedia search could answer at least the second question and possibly the first. But I would rather ramble.

For me, blogs started my senior of high school. A fellow staff member on the high school newspaper staff named Allie featured an opinion article* about Xanga**. I believe there was a headline or something that read “Blog rings of fire” or something like that. I didn’t know what a blog was, so I was puzzled when I read the headline.

*Opinion stories in those days for the HS paper were not so, um, good? Once I wrote an opinion column about daylight savings time. Someone else wrote one about condemning blue Christmas lights, not aware that blue is a Hanukah color. Fortunately the zero percent Jewish population at St. Thomas Aquinas High School seemed not to care.

**I remember Xanga seemed kind of lame. Yet it was quite similar to Facebook. Funny how no one even remembers Xanga now.

Seriously. I had never heard of a blog before. I think they had just gotten popular around this time, but they could have been around for several years and I would’ve had no idea. So I wanted to find the definition of a blog.

I couldn’t. I Googled* it. I asked around. I tried reading blogs. They all looked different. Some were people’s opinions about politics or sports. Some were just pictures. Some were random thoughts. Some seemed to be nothing more than a person’s daily schedule.

*By 2005, had we started using Google as a verb?

Then it became clear. There really is no definition for a blog. Blogs are anything. Blogs are you.

YOU make a blog what it is. And maybe that’s why people start blogs. I suspect plenty of cultural scientists and people above the age of 50 would say our generation keeps blogs because we’re narcissists, we like attention, we like to talk about ourselves, and so on.

But those people are missing something. Blogs provide a beautiful way to express something. There’s a great possibility few or no people will read that “something.” That’s not the point. It feels good to express ourselves.

If you it correctly, you can talk about yourself, talk about the world, talk about sports.

You can make the mundane interesting. That’s what I hope to do. 

Nothing really exciting happens in my life. Let’s see, today I woke up around 8:30, went to a coffee shop for several hours and did some work, along with this blog. I’ll probably run later, eat dinner, watch 30 Rock and The Office and possibly a bootlegged copy of Paranormal Activity with one of my roommates.

But in the routine, I believe we all find our own niche. We all have cool stories and cool thoughts.

I’m not sure if anyone will want to read my thoughts. In fact, I’m not so sure why anybody WOULD want to. But I like to write about them, even if no one reads them.

So here it goes. I might post something once a week. Maybe more, maybe less. I might not post something ever again (hopefully that doesn’t happen). I would like to think that I will post something when I just feel like writing, when there is something that I would like to share.

Now… on to Halloween songs before it’s too late.

In Kansas City alone, two radio stations play entirely Christmas music from mid-November until Dec. 26. As Christmas comes close, two more start playing Christmas music most of the time.

Christmas music is huge. Jessica Simpson, Mariah Carey, Michael Buble and Taylor Swift are just a few of today’s pop stars who have Christmas CDs. Elvis has done a Christmas song. Run DMC has done a Christmas song. So has John Lennon. Yes, Christmas music is a big deal.

And it makes me wonder. Why is Christmas the only holiday that has its own distinct music?

Part of the reason must be that Christmas is clearly the biggest holiday in this country. It also has a clear definition. At its best, Christmas is about love, good cheer and giving. Those are good themes to write positive songs about.

Other holidays don’t necessarily have such clear-cut themes that would work well for music. But I think Halloween is an exception.

Artists can make songs with scary sounding beats, supernatural themes or just, well, dark subject matter. Songs like that could be enjoyed all year but especially around Halloween, and in my opinion, there are already a few songs like this.

Here are seven songs that fit that mold and could be considered Halloween music, although I am sure there quite a few more.   

  1. “Thriller” by Michael Jackson – Obviously.
  2. “Monster Mash” by Bobby Pickett – Obviously.
  3. “Disturbia” by Rihanna – This video is strange, too.  
  4. “She Wolf” by Shakira – Has a creepy beat and howling in the background.
  5. “Nightmare on my Street” by Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince – Can’t remember what this song is about, but the name sure sounds Halloween-esque.
  6. “Mouth” by Bush – This is a great song. It was written for the movie, “An American Werewolf in Paris.”
  7. “The Beginning is the End is the Beginning” by Smashing Pumpkins – Maybe this is pushing it a little bit, but this is close enough.   
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