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Cohn Zohn

Lowell Cohn's pertinent and impertinent take on sports

Giants take series from Cubs

Here is a link to my Friday column. The full text runs below: SAN FRANCISCO — Be real clear about what the Giants just did. They took a series from the Cubs who had not lost a road series since late June. The Cubs are the hottest team in baseball. You could look it up. The Giants cooled the Cubs’ jets. The Giants lost the first game of the three-game series and then just handed it to Chicago — blitzed… Read More »

The SF Giants with sprinkles on top

Here is a link to my Thursday column. The full text runs below: This is about the Giants, the Captain Marvel Paradox, Marty Lurie and ice cream. The Giants are a flawed team — sometimes they are downright crummy — but they still could win the World Series. I’m dead serious. Paradox City. Before I get into the Captain Marvel Paradox and Marty Lurie and ice cream, here’s an admission. I am writing this column Wednesday morning, hours before the… Read More »

Kaepernick to Smith, what gives?

Here is a link to my Monday column about the Niners. The full text runs below: SANTA CLARA The finest moment for me in Sunday’s exhibition game between the 49ers and Cowboys was that once-in-a-lifetime play when Niners quarterback Colin Kaepernick threw caution to the wind and scorched a 90-yard touchdown pass to wide receiver Torrey Smith. Finally, Kaepernick and Smith had made that all-important quarterback-receiver connection a team strives for in the preseason. The pass itself didn’t travel 90… Read More »

49ers vs. Dallas

Here is a link to my Sunday column previewing the exhibition game between the 49ers and Cowboys. The full text runs below: My former editor objected to the phrase “preseason game” in the NFL. “They’re not preseason games,” he would tell me. “They’re just exhibition games.” He told me to write “exhibition game” in my columns and not to write “preseason game.” So, I got in the habit of calling them exhibition games, and I’ve been thinking about the infinitive… Read More »

Ahmad Brooks steps up

Here is a link to my Friday column about Ahmad Brooks. The full text runs below: SANTA CLARA Ahmad Brooks is staring at his second chance. He was a star linebacker for the 49ers, played on the right side of the defense, the brutal side, the skill side until Aldon Smith came in 2011. The right outside linebacker rushes a right-handed quarterback’s blindside. Kill shot. Smith came and went. The Niners have moved Brooks back to the right side. His… Read More »

The end for Cain and Lincecum?

Here is a link to my Wednesday column. The full text runs below: This isn’t the saddest story ever told. But it’s sad, anyway; It’s the Saga of Timmy and Matt — better known to the world as Tim Lincecum and Matt Cain. The saga was supposed to have a happy ending, a heroic ending, frankly, with these two Giants pitchers right now in the full flourishing of their prime and their greatness. It was supposed to be Tim and… Read More »

Your daily Shakespeare

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun, Nor the furious winter’s rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o’ the great; Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The scepter, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no… Read More »

Night Rovers

Mrs. Cohn Zohn and I left out a bunch of stuff for a charity — left it on the curb as required. Among the items was a standup telescope and a nice area rug. We donate nice stuff to charity. When I woke up this morning the telescope was gone along with the rug. Everything else still was there. I wondered. Did a neighbor steal the stuff? OK. Or are there people who roam the streets at night looking for… Read More »

Memoirs

As you know I’ve been feeling poorly lately. So I’ve been reading memoirs. Love memoirs. Just finished “Elsewhere” by the fine novelist Richared Russo, a memoir about him and his mother. Wondeful. I also love Philip Roth’s memoir of his dad called “Patrimony,” have read it several times. Can’t get enough of “This Boy’s Life” by Tobias Wolff. But the best ever memoir — at least to me — is “Act One” by Moss Hart. What book.  

Jim Tomsula is OK

Here is a link to my Tuesday column about Jim Tomsula. The full text runs below: OK? Today’s question is one word — no verb, no subject, no sentence. The question simply is OK? OK is the most frequent, loaded and certainly the most revealing phrase in the Jim Tomsula lexicon, which we are just getting to know. We were familiar with the Jim Harbaugh lexicon, fascinating in its way: low-hanging fruit, we’ve already plowed that field, I don’t like… Read More »