Lost Time Is Not Found Again is what the MPS blog crew has been reading today. Maybe.

+ Video of that hard foul Andrew Bynum threw on Gerald Wallace. {FanHouse.}

+ This is an athlete’s brain. This is an athlete’s brain on football. {SportsFilter.}

+ Don Cooper is turning question marks into exclamation points. {South Side Sox.}

+ That acrobat accident everyone seems to be blogging about today. {Sports by Brooks.}

+ Non-sports: Starcraft theory is now a college course. {The Atlantic.} Is Paul McCartney getting married again? {Fox News.}

Quotable:

“Like a feather caught in a vortex, Williams ran around the square of bases at the center of our beseeching screaming. He ran as he always ran out home runs—hurriedly, unsmiling, head down, as if our praise were a storm of rain to get out of. He didn’t tip his cap. Though we thumped, wept, and chanted ‘We want Ted’for minutes after he hid in the dugout, he did not come back. Our noise for some seconds passed beyond excitement into a kind of immense open anguish, a wailing, a cry to be saved. But immortality is nontransferable. The papers said that the other players, and even the umpires on the field, begged him to come out and acknowledge us in some way, but he never had and did not now. Gods do not answer letters.” – John Updike, the New Yorker, Hub Fans Bid Kid Adieu, October 22, 1960