Steve Polevoi
Steve is a native Californian, born and raised in Los Angeles. His column reflect his diverse interests; a slice of life emphasizing, among other things, Sports, Music, Travel, Art, Books and the general events du jour. The only reality show he watches is the 10 O’Clock News. His writing style has been described as Mordechai Richler-lite, with a tiny dose of Hunter S. Thompson. He resides in the San Francisco Bay Area.
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Articles by Steve Polevoi
June 07, 2010
With the passing of John Wooden, our author revists a simpler time when UCLA Basketball was the toughest ticket in town.
December 08, 2009
A fan from Day One of the Los Angeles Kings looks back
October 06, 2009
I´m a Parisphile who has traveled to the City of Lights eight times over the past 13 years. In many Arrondissement (districts) I´ve walked every street. There are only a couple of neighborhoods in the city I haven´t ventured to, and those are in the far northeastern part of the cit...
July 14, 2009
Anyone ever wonder where the hell Golden State is? I don't mean in general terms, but in specific terms. Why would an NBA team be fearful of representing the city they've played in for 35 plus year? I for one, want to know.
August 22, 2007
Over a spirited game of Mahjongg last week the question of favored music was bantered about. The discussion went from best decade to best LP (I know, LP refers to vinyl but saying best CD infers the music world began in the 1980s) to all-time favorite artists. Tracy, always the deep thinker of the g...
July 21, 2007
There was a riddle circulating in Brooklyn in the late 50s – early 60s that went something like this: You have one gun, two bullets and three prisoners – Adolph Hitler, Joseph Stalin, and Walter O’Malley – who lives? As any self-respecting Brooklynite knows, the correct answer is, “you shoot Walter ...
September 29, 2006
My wife and I recently had a beautiful baby girl, born in May to not much fanfare since her family lives as far away as the Fujian Province of mainland China. My wife’s mother, wanting to visit her youngest daughter and newest grandchild, planned to apply for a tourist visa to come to the US and len...
September 19, 2005
With apologies to Franklin Delano Roosevelt, January 28, 1971 is a day that will live in infamy, at least for me. First some background. I became a pro football fan at the beginning of the 1966 season. The Super Bowl, as we know it today, hadn’t yet been invented. It was called the AFC-NFC Champions...
August 01, 2005
One of my many personality flaws is a general lack of patience. I don’t really know why, but it obviously has something to do with my genetic make-up. I blame it on my mother’s side of the family since they’re usually responsible for all the negative traits. Anyway, I’ve made great strides in correc...
July 22, 2005
Without a doubt NHL hockey is my favorite sport. Unfortunately for us fans across North America, we went without for the entire 2004-2005 campaign. The players, who had previously not shown the greed of the other major sport athletes, suddenly decided they couldn’t feed their families on an average ...
July 11, 2005
The other day I was recollecting the subject of crazy things my friends have claimed to have done. I recall my adventurer buddies describing, with great detail and enthusiasm, extreme behavior such as parachuting, hang gliding, and desert survival hikes. Not being an outdoorsman, I have a bit of a p...
July 07, 2005
To say that I experienced a generation gap with my parents over the music I preferred is a gross understatement. I constantly heard “turn that garbage off!” anytime the volume on the family stereo went above a whisper. Receiving my own stereo as a gift only solved half the battle; a good quality pai...
June 29, 2005
It’s early morning, before 7 am, and the city is coming alive before my eyes. I’m sitting in the window of the Café Kleber, in the highbrow Passy district, within eyesight of the Trocadero and the glorious Tour Eiffel. As I sip my café noir I gaze across the street at the Cimeterie Passy, final rest...