An excellent piece of observational writing about a subject anyone watching the NBA Playoffs can understand – Craig Sager, his unbridled happiness to be doing what he’s doing, and those wild, wild suits. As a man who dons a pin-striped blue-white seersucker suit at least once a year, I can say with ease that I wish I could pull off some of Sager’s get-ups:
It’s true that prolonged exposure to him might impair your vision. But even more now than he did five years ago, he imparts a kind of joy — in being on TV, in being alive. That’s ultimately what these clothes are. They’re terribly, terribly alive. And Sager is so happy and comfortable in them. The only man who could wear nonsense of this caliber and seem as remotely full of mirth is Payne Stewart, a star who played golf in attire that most other men would wear only as the entertainment for their 5-year-old’s birthday party. But Stewart was always kind of pleased with himself. He was so … put-together. What I love about Sager — what I think we all begrudgingly love — is that this is the only self he has, and it feels utterly, inarguably true. He spent some of March Madness in a marbled suit with the brackets printed on his black necktie. Would anyone else dare? Should they?
via Craig Sager’s Suits and Sideline Sartorial Disasters – Grantland.
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