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Driven by the loss of his mentor, Naz Reid made the fight against cancer personal

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In the days leading up to a long-awaited meeting with 7-year-old Cayden Addison, Minnesota Timberwolves star Naz Reid wants to get one question answered.

Can I lift him? 

Reid is 6 foot 9 and 240 pounds. The top of Cayden’s head barely reaches past Reid’s waist, so the question isn’t of physics. The issue is that Cayden’s little body has been through more in the last four years than most go through in a lifetime.

A rare form of cancer puts Cayden in the hospital for stays that last longer than a month, often pummeling him with horrible pain in his joints and extremities, which makes it difficult for him to walk at times.

So Reid and the Timberwolves want to know if Cayden can physically handle Reid picking him up when the two meet on the team’s practice court in Minneapolis and get to know each other. They had been paired together as part of a campaign to raise awareness for the importance of registering as a stem cell donor, which they hope will help Cayden find a bone marrow donor to finally win an endless fight with leukemia.

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Yes, Reid is told. Cayden is feeling good and spry after flying from his home in Virginia to the Twin Cities with his family to meet this famous NBA player who has a burning desire to help him. So after Cayden’s first few shots on the 10-foot basket fall short during their visit, Reid grabs him by the waist and hoists him into the air to make things easier.

“Every kid dreams about that one, right?” Darryl Addison, Cayden’s father, said. “Dreams about an NBA player lifting you up. … It was just amazing watching him get lifted up there like that.”

Darryl and his wife, Courtney, are hoping Reid has another big assist up his sleeve.

Reid’s out-of-nowhere emergence from an undrafted rookie free agent to the NBA’s Sixth Man of the Year last season mirrored the Timberwolves’ rise from the Western Conference gutter to the conference finals in late May. The six-year odyssey has endeared Reid, 25, to the Twin Cities in a way that few have matched. He is so popular that people are only half-joking when they suggest he could run for mayor of Minneapolis and win in a landslide.

When he enters a game at Target Center, usually midway through the first quarter, the fans roar louder than they do for any of the starters during pregame introductions. In the days after the team gave away a Naz Reid beach towel at a game, they were going for $100 on eBay. During the playoffs, a tattoo parlor had a promotion to ink “Naz Reid” on to fans for $25. The artists worked around the clock on hundreds of people.

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The Addisons hope that Reid has only just started to lift Cayden.

Reid linked up with Cayden through NMDP, formerly known as the National Marrow Donor Program and Be The Match, to help raise awareness for the need for more people, particularly those of color, to get registered to become a potential blood stem cell donor.

This is a personal fight for Reid.

In the spring of 2022, when the Timberwolves were in the playoffs against the Memphis Grizzlies, Reid lost Rudy Roundtree, a beloved father figure to cancer. Roundtree had helped look after Reid from his teen years through the start of his NBA career. When Roundtree fell ill, doctors tried to get him strong enough to become eligible for a stem cell transplant, but he died before that happened.

“He kind of taught me those ropes with care and being there for someone, the next person, and he kind of installed it into my head and into my life,” Reid said. “So it’s kind of like second nature to me now, giving that hand or that care. So I think this is definitely huge for me.”

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Added Sheila Roundtree, Rudy’s widow: “We’re keeping him alive with this.”

When Naz speaks, the people of Minnesota listen. And that is exactly what everyone is counting on.

“Whether it’s for Cayden or someone else,” Courtney Addison said, “if Naz can use his influence to get other people connected with NMDP to use their platform, I really just want this to be a time where we can inspire people to act.


Naz Reid and Cayden Addison at the Timberwolves facility. (Fran Manzano-Arechiga / Timberwolves)

It all started so innocently for the Addisons. In 2020, Cayden started complaining about some pain in his legs and Courtney thought he was walking funny. His older brother, Christian, went through some similar things when he was younger, and so the parents just chalked it up to growing pains and powered through.

One day when Courtney dropped Cayden off at daycare, the provider mentioned to her that he refused to walk the day before, instead scooting around on the floor. That was enough for Courtney to call the family pediatrician, who told her to bring him in right away.

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The initial X-rays and exams did not reveal anything to be concerned about, so the family headed to Courtney’s parents’ house in Richmond, Va., for Easter. Once they arrived, Cayden grew quite sick. A fever spiked and a virtual doctor visit wasn’t very helpful. It was during the height of COVID-19, so Courtney was reluctant to go to the hospital. When the issues were not resolved quickly, Courtney took Cayden to a children’s hospital emergency room.

Cayden was admitted right away for blood work. By the next day, a chaplain, an oncologist and a slew of doctors arrived to tell the Addisons that Cayden had leukemia.

“I lie to you not, I did not hear anything else,” Courtney said. “My body was shaking uncontrollably. I still remember it as clear as day. And I still get emotional thinking about it because I have never sobbed so hard in my life.”

Cayden was in surgery a few hours later to have a port put into his chest, and he began chemotherapy later that day. He was 3.

We didn’t have any time to process what was going on and to understand what was happening,” Courtney said.

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Cayden was eventually diagnosed with Philadelphia chromosome-positive acute lymphoblastic leukemia, a type of cancer that affects just 3 percent of the population. The ensuing four years have been filled with chemotherapy, infections, surgeries, a hospital stay that lasted 37 days, hope and heartbreak.

“He’s such a positive, happy, sweet kid,” Courtney said. “He’s always been like the sweetest kid, and it’s just so heartbreaking that he has to go through this. And so no parent should have to go through this.”

In April 2022, Cayden completed his treatment. Courtney loves the 1999 movie “Office Space,” and so they recreated a scene from the film in which the group of employees destroy a fax machine that had been the bane of their existence. But the Addison family, including older brother Christian, took out their frustrations on Cayden’s disposable chemotherapy pump.

“We were celebrating,” Courtney says. “I got all of the chemo stuff out of the house. I was like, ‘Get it out. I don’t want to look at it ever again.’ ”

Unfortunately for the Addisons, that was just the beginning of Cayden’s battle. The cancer returned, forcing more treatments and leading to the family learning such technical terms as “detectable, but non-quantifiable,” which means that the leukemia is still hiding somewhere in Cayden’s body and will eventually return in full force.

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After another round of treatments and therapy concluded just before Thanksgiving last year, doctors shifted their focus toward finding a bone marrow donor, the best chance for getting rid of his leukemia for good.

“At this point, it’s kind of a waiting game,” Courtney said. “It’s either wait to find a donor or wait until the science catches up and we have better treatment options.”

That is where Naz Reid comes in.

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Naz Reid has become a fan favorite in Minnesota for hustle plays like this one against Ivica Zubac. (Gary A. Vasquez / USA Today)

Rudy Roundtree was one of the biggest influences on Reid’s life from the time he started emerging as a highly regarded prospect in New Jersey. With the blessing of Reid’s mother, Anashia, Rudy and Sheila Roundtree were there as a support system for Naz. Rudy retired early from his job to follow Naz from Roselle Catholic High to Louisiana State University. When Reid signed as an undrafted rookie free agent with the Timberwolves in 2019, the Roundtrees moved with him to Minnesota.

As a rookie, Reid spent plenty of time in Des Moines, Iowa, playing for the Timberwolves G League team. Rudy would make the 245-mile drive with Naz from Minneapolis, a constant presence and a warm blanket of familiarity in the Midwestern winter.

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“Rudy could make him laugh,” Sheila said. “He was a little bit of a jokester.”

For those who know Reid, that is quite an accomplishment.

On a Timberwolves team filled with big talkers and fiery personalities, Reid is the one smoldering in the corner, stone-faced and contemplative. That may be why he was so drawn to Rudy, a larger-than-life extrovert who never met a stranger and never turned down a chance to start a conversation.

Sheila would call him the mayor for his hand-shaking, baby-kissing, gift of gab. He was always there to watch Naz, whether it was in front of a few hundred people in Iowa or 20,000 at Target Center. And when the couple would get home after a game, the fun was just beginning. He and Sheila would sit down and watch the game again, this time on television, so he could hear what the announcers were saying about his “Nazy.”

“If you talk to him, every conversation is about Nazy,” Sheila said. “He really, really believed in him.”

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During the 2021-22 season, Rudy started telling Sheila that he was feeling tired all the time. He was diagnosed with leukemia, and after initial treatments were ineffective, he was hospitalized in January 2022.

Rudy did not want Naz to know how serious his situation was, and Reid was focused on helping the Timberwolves push for their first playoff appearance in four seasons. COVID-19 restrictions prevented Reid from visiting his mentor much in the hospital, but Rudy would call him every other day to check in with the conversation often drifting to his game, his mindset and why he wasn’t grabbing more dang rebounds.

“(Rudy) would always say to (Naz), ‘I need to hear your voice to see where your head is at,’” Sheila said.

Roundtree’s doctors were buying time for him to build strength, so he could be a candidate for a bone marrow transplant. He stayed hospitalized until he died that April at 60.

“I think I only got to see him maybe once or twice (at the hospital),” Reid said. “But the last two times that I did get to see were very, very crucial times. So I’m very grateful for that.”

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There are about seven million Americans on the NMDP registry, which is connected to a network of registries around the world that counts some 41 million potential donors, according to Erica Jensen, senior vice president of innovation, strategy and marketing for NMDP.

At first glance, that appears to be a vast pool of donors for people like Cayden and Rudy. But the push for more has two primary drivers. First, the need for more ethnically diverse donors to increase the likelihood of finding a match for those in need. Second, the lower-than-ideal rate of converting those on the registry to actual donors. About 58 percent of the people on the register who are called when a match is found decline to go through with the donation, Jensen said.

“Getting the word out, getting people engaged, hearing the stories and then signing up to save a life is impactful,” Jensen said. “And not only signing up to get on the list but then when we call you, you have to say, ‘Yes.’ ”

The Addisons know how that feels. At one point in this journey, they were told a match was found for Cayden. But when contacted, that person decided against donating.

“Devastated,” Courtney said. “Just because I know how hard it is to find a match. And so for us to have such a good match and then that person not be able to donate was devastating because we don’t know how long it’s going to take to find another match.”

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As part of World Marrow Donor Day on Sept. 21, NMDP is holding events in Minneapolis, New York and Los Angeles to promote registering to donate, and to saying yes if one is ever paired with someone in need.

Reid will attend the festivities in Minneapolis; NMDP is finalizing agreements with celebrities in the other two markets as well.

“I think we all have something innate in us that wants to do great things,” said Cayden’s father, Darryl. “But when it’s really applied, something like this means the world to a family. We’re thankful for Naz and his family.”

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Naz Reid with the Addison family: Cayden, Christian, Courtney and Darryl. (Fran Manzano-Arechiga / Timberwolves)

Sheila Roundtree’s heart swelled as she watched Reid play with Cayden and Christian on the Timberwolves practice court.

She thought back to five years ago when they gathered in New Jersey on NBA Draft night and were stunned when Reid was not selected.

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“What y’all looking sad for?” Reid said to the sullen crowd. “We’re good.”

Rudy was particularly conflicted. He wanted this basketball dream for Reid so badly it hurt. He also believed supremely in Reid’s ability to find a way.

“We told him, ‘Listen, we can’t go through the front door. You’re going to have to go through the back,’ ” Sheila said. “He said, ‘I got it.’ ”

A couple of years of toil in Iowa, a transformation of his body into a sleeker, more explosive version and a first-rate player development staff under head coach Chris Finch has helped Reid become an essential player in Minnesota. Last summer he signed a three-year, $42 million contract, which preceded a career season although he is the third big in the rotation, behind Rudy Gobert and Karl-Anthony Towns.

He averaged career highs in points (13.5 per game), rebounds (5.2) and 3-point shooting (41.4 percent) last season and cemented himself as a part of the Timberwolves’ core moving forward. The night of the towel giveaway turned into a full-throated celebration of Reid’s climb from obscurity to fan favorite.

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“It was emotional. I had to sit for a minute and say, ‘Oh my God, Rudy, we’re here,’ ” Sheila said. “Because my husband would be going crazy.”

When Reid accepted the NBA Sixth Man award on TNT, he mentioned how important his mentor was in helping him get there. And now that he is firmly established as a player in the league, it’s time to pay it forward.

Sheila remains deeply involved in Reid’s life, going to games and helping him when he’s off the court. She is a cancer survivor herself, another reason Reid is so committed to NMDP.

“When they reached out, I was thinking this is going to be perfect for us,” Sheila said. “If we can do as much as we can to save a life and raise awareness around this disease, that would be wonderful.”


Cayden was a coil of nervous energy, ping-ponging all over the court as he tried to heave the ball up to the rim. For all that he has been through, his parents say that Cayden has been remarkably upbeat, laughing and joking through all the treatments, the remissions and reappearances, the hospital stays and the blood draws.

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It reminds Sheila of someone.

“I was like, oh my goodness, he’s got a lot of energy,” she said with a laugh. “That’s how Rudy was. Rudy was a lot of energy. Real playful.”

Naz wore a wide smile on his face, the kind of smile that Rudy would put there. He watched Christian help his younger brother and encourage him, even when the shots weren’t falling. He saw so much toughness in such a little body that he couldn’t help but lift him toward the rim. As tall as he is, Reid knows he can only lift Cayden so high. But the right donor can take him to new heights.

“You can kind of tell him what he’s going through, but he doesn’t really understand what he’s going through,” Reid said. “So definitely at such a young age, you want to help him as much as possible, just to give him a second chance.”


Every year, according to NMDP, 18,000 people are diagnosed with life-threatening blood cancers or blood disorders that could be treated or cured with a blood stem cell transplant. For more information about joining the donor registry list online, go to https://my.bethematch.org/s/join?language=en_US&joinCode=NazReid

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(Photo illustration: Dan Goldfarb  / The Athletic; photos: Getty; Jordan Johnson / NBAE | Fran Manzano-Arechiga / Timberwolves)

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2 Books About the Moneyed Class

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Dear readers,

When a friend forwarded some fresh ridiculous news about billionaires recently — you might have heard it’s a gangbusters time to be one — I scoffed the scoff of the comfortably righteous. Boo, hiss, the filthy feckless rich! Let them eat crypto, or whatever.

My reading preferences, though, tend to look a lot less proletarian. Tales of the 1 percent take up too many percentages of my personal library, a veritable Davos Forum of prosperity and privilege crammed into wonky Ikea bookshelves. Give me outrageous fortune in all its forms, fiction or non-: old money; new money; money so big it seems bottomless until in a dribble or a rush it’s gone, leaving a wash of disgraced tech moguls and shabby aristocrats in its wake.

All that abundance allows for endless subcategorization: The picks in this week’s newsletter were both published in the 1980s (didn’t they call it the Greed Decade?) but are set in the early years of the 20th century and were written by women who were, you could say, born to the material.

Leah

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Fiction, 1980

“The Shooting Party” opens on an English country manor, with a sprawling cast of characters and death on the mantel. But Colegate’s novel mostly swerves away from Agatha Christie territory; it’s not murder so much as class disparity and vast carelessness that snuff out a life in the last pages.

Along the way, Colegate introduces the many houseguests, residents and scurrying servants of Nettleby Park, a bucolic Northamptonshire estate that in the fall of 1913 contains only whispers of the war that will shortly upend the old world order still preserved there. Sir Randolph is hosting a hunt, and it takes a village to sustain the roundelay of white-tablecloth meals, shootable wildlife and social intrigue.

The pheasant body count is high, but most pursuits take place indoors: There is much covert coveting of other people’s partners and simmering rivalries among highborn men for whom day jobs are as foreign as dressing themselves for dinner. The service staff, from the scullery maids to the local laborers hired as “beaters” to bring out the game, have their own romances and resentments, and a lonely little boy spends a lot of time trying to track down his pet duck. Other odd birds emerge, including an earnest vegetarian schoolteacher eager to spread the gospel of animal equality to Nettleby.

Julian Fellowes, the creator of “Downton Abbey,” supposedly gleaned heavy inspiration from “The Shooting Party” (he wrote the introduction to a 2007 reissue). But Colegate has him beat for on-the-job training — her father was a knighted member of Parliament and her mother the daughter of a baronet. And her storytelling is drawn in finer ink than his gilded soap operas, even when the party turns to its final, fatal calamity.

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Read if you like: Buckshot, in-depth descriptions of British flora, tasteful infidelity.
Available from: Penguin Modern Classics, or your favored local viscount.


Nonfiction, 1985

The über alles of poor little rich girls, Vanderbilt lost her father, the industrialist heir Reginald Claypool Vanderbilt, before her first birthday. He was 45; her mother was 19 and not particularly bound to her husband’s social calendar. (On the night Reginald died at his Rhode Island estate, she was off at the theater in New York City with “a friend of the family,” Vanderbilt writes in “Once Upon a Time,” the second of six memoirs published before her death at 95 in 2019.)

Almost immediately, the custody of baby Gloria became a family power struggle and then a tabloid mainstay. Like the ongoing churn of nannies and chauffeurs she was largely parented by, it was all more or less normalized, though the battle dragged on long enough that her comprehension eventually caught up with the more sordid points of the case: “I tormented myself by imagining that the only clothes I wore were made of newspapers, and on each would be words in those black thick spider letters spelling out what I could no longer pretend not to read.”

Mostly, she pined for the barest crumbs from her mother (also named Gloria), a distant glamourpuss who slept past noon and regularly disappeared to London or Paris or Biarritz with some lover or another. Even when physically present, she was rarely there — taking a preteen Gloria for a promised meeting with her idol, Marlene Dietrich, for example, then ditching her in Dietrich’s driveway for hours while she slipped inside alone.

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Vanderbilt recalls all this with the breathless prose of a bygone schoolgirl, crowding the page with whimsical nicknames (Big Elephant, Tootsie Eleanor, the Little Countess), and looping her most fervent words and phrases when she really means-means-means them. Still, it’s hard to resist her guileless takes on what passed for adolescent social events: weekends with William Randolph Hearst or the Prince of Wales; a “Wizard of Oz” premiere gala at the Waldorf Astoria (Judy Garland and Mickey Rooney never showed at the afterparty, nor a single munchkin, though Errol Flynn did).

And you know exactly what she means when she describes a boarding-school classmate as “cold-muffiny.” Vanderbilt was too warm for her world, a Dorothy who probably would have been happier in Kansas but learned to make Oz home.

Read if you like: Drinking soda pop at the Stork Club, vintage issues of Vogue, “scrambled eggs with brandied peaches and champagne” for breakfast.
Available from: Estate sales and eBay, generally.


  • Shake the family tree further via Consuelo Vanderbilt’s rococo 1952 memoir “The Glitter and the Gold”?

  • Dip into the preppy-handbook idyll of Will Vogt’s “These Americans”? Jay McInerney (naturally) wrote the foreword.

  • Consider the cautionary tale of Leona Helmsley’s late Maltese, Trouble, the abiding lap-dog heiress of our times?


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Luke Littler: How the 17-year-old achieved sporting greatness and put himself on a path alongside Pele and Serena Williams

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At the end of the second set of the final of the World Darts Championship, the biggest game in one of the biggest indoor sports in the world, Luke Littler calmly strolled off stage, gave his family a wry, knowing smile and rubbed his hands together like he had the prescient foresight of the beating he was about to dish out.

The man, no, the boy that 3,000 people had crammed inside London’s Alexandra Palace to see produce history, plus millions more watching at home and in pubs around the UK and the world, was doing it not just with dispassionate ease, or with flamboyant style, but with disdainful relish.

Darts finals have been won more handsomely — the sport’s all-time great Phil Taylor dished out three 7-0 whitewashes in his heyday — but not like this. Never like this.

Luke Littler is 17. He has facial hair that men many years his senior yearn to grow and in a sport that has its history rooted in pubs, Littler is not yet able to drink alcohol in one.

And yet he already carries the bravado and stage persona of someone ready to lead the sport down roads it has never visited before, which is exactly what he is already doing.

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Like Pele and Serena Williams, Littler has won one of sport’s biggest prizes while still a teenager (Ben Stansall/AFP via Getty Images)

Littler has already helped push darts further towards the mainstream in the UK, with viewing figures on Sky Sports, a subscription service, up almost 200 per cent for some tournaments in 2024, following record numbers of 4.8 million for last year’s final (the most watched non-football event in the broadcaster’s history), which a then-16-year-old Littler lost to Luke Humphries.

Now, by becoming world champion, he has earned the right to enter the pantheon of youthful sporting legends. Sure, Pele was good with a football at 17, but could he throw three treble-20s at a red, green and black board from almost two-and-a-half metres away?

Serena Williams won the US Open at 17, Ian Thorpe was the same age when he won Olympic gold in the pool, Sachin Tendulkar was 16 when he made his India debut and snooker magician Ronnie O’Sullivan was 17 when he won the UK Championship. What sets Littler apart in his particular field is that he has become the greatest current player in the world in the entire sport before he has become an adult.

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Why is he so good? Is it natural talent? Well, he’s been playing darts since his dad bought him a magnetic dart board from the pound shop when he was 18 months old. He’s not old enough to vote, but he’s basically been practising for this moment almost his entire, short life.

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And it’s not all youthful exuberance and freshness, either. Littler had mental scars from losing last year’s final despite being 4-2 up (he watched it back just hours before Friday’s match to recap what went wrong), but he was relentless and merciless in his pursuit of victory here in north London, bulldozing into a 4-0 lead against one of the greatest players to ever chuck an arrow, three-time champion Michael van Gerwen.

The youngster later said he felt nervous after taking that early lead, but his actions in obliterating one of the best players in the world suggested the exact opposite.

He unyieldingly hammered the treble bed like he was using a dart-sized jackhammer, ploughing perfect tiny holes in the helpless board as he sculpted his journey to greatness.

With the throwing hands of a sporting artist, Littler smiled and waved to the crowd, talking to them and himself throughout, in complete control of his own destiny.


Littler surpassed Van Gerwen’s record as the youngest darts world champion in history (James Fearn/Getty Images)

He didn’t just try to win, he tried to produce darts from the Gods while he was at it. He kept leaving himself on 170, darts’ biggest outshot to win a leg, which happened too frequently to not be deliberate. Darts players normally look pained when they miss a nine-darter (i.e. darting perfection of winning a leg with the smallest possible number of throws), but Littler just gave a nonchalant shrug when he missed the seventh dart like he knew he would get another chance.

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A powerless Van Gerwen, the winner of 157 PDC (Professional Darts Corporation) titles, could only scowl and grimace like Dick Dastardly in a lime green shirt.

The Dutchman was once the youngest world champion, aged 24. The symbolism of a weighty dart-shaped baton being passed to the next generation here was irresistible.

Van Gerwen rallied, as champions do, clinging to Littler’s coattails as they swapped the next six sets, but it was never going to be enough in front of a deliriously partisan crowd, drunk on booze and throwing. He may give off the appearance of a combination of Bond villains, part Blofeld with his shiny bald head, part Jaws with a grille across his chops, but he could only play the bad guy for so long against a tidal wave of trebles and tons.

Littler was just too good. Whenever Van Gerwen came up for air, the teenager pushed him back underwater with one hand and hit double 10 with the other.

“Wow… wow,” Littler said to himself as he welled up having just hit double 16 to win 7-3, confirm the title and become £500,000 ($621,056 at current conversion rates) richer. He muttered “I can’t believe it” three times in his immediate post-match interview.

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“At 2-0 up, I started getting nervous, but I said to myself, ‘Just relax’.

“That first game against Ryan Meikle, it’s the game that really mattered.”


Littler cried on stage after that second-round victory over Meikle before Christmas. He broke down, couldn’t finish an interview, left the stage and went to give his mum a hug.

On the train journey down to London earlier that day, he couldn’t wait for the match to start, but when he threw his first dart he basically, paraphrasing his own words, bottled it.

“I’ve never felt anything like that,” he later said after composing himself. “It was a weird feeling… it’s the biggest stage out there. It was probably the toughest game I’ve played.”

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To prove his otherworldly nature, he had somehow produced the greatest set of darts ever seen in the history of the world championships at the end of that “toughest” match, averaging more than 140, but yes, he had started it like a glorified pub player by his own incredibly high standards.

“I’m thinking to myself; ‘What are you doing? Just relax’,” Littler said.


Littler during his walk out for the final against Michael van Gerwen at Alexandra Palace (James Fearn/Getty Images)

It’s no wonder, what with the enormous pressure on his young shoulders at being the favourite to lift the title aged just 17, a normal kid from Runcorn, a small town near Liverpool in the north-west of England, who eats kebabs and likes football.

Thereafter, throughout almost the whole tournament, he was imperious, reflecting the form that saw him rise from 164th to fourth in the world rankings last year.

Despite the unimaginable increase in money, fame, popularity and exposure, the 1.5 million Instagram followers, the endless television appearances and mixing it with Max Verstappen or his heroes at Manchester United, he stayed focused, winning 10 PDC titles, the Premier League, Grand Slam and World Series finals, plus hitting four perfect nine-darters along the way and earning more than £1million ($1.2m) in prize money.

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He was the most searched athlete of the year on Google and the runner-up in the BBC Sports Personality of the Year award.

“Littler has captivated people because he’s relatable,” Sky Sports darts presenter Emma Paton told The Athletic earlier in the tournament. “He’s taken the sport to different places… Darts has never had this exposure before. It’s not even because of what he’s done in the sport, which has been ridiculous by the way, but it’s the impact he’s had on it.

“Compared to a lot of other sportspeople, darts players are refreshingly honest and are basically just being themselves and Luke is no different. He’s just a kid at the end of the day.

“People have asked me, ‘What’s it like speaking to Luke Littler? It doesn’t seem like he has loads to say’. I’m like, ‘He’s just very chilled out, he doesn’t really care that much, he’s just a 17-year-old kid’.”

Darts obsessive Littler plays exactly like that, like a kid having fun on the stage, ticking off his own personal bucket list of darting dreams.

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He has an uncanny ability to detach himself completely from the enormity of the event, chat to the crowd, ignore his opponent and just play his own game, the old sporting cliche.

He relishes showing off the skills he’s honed over years of practice, expanding on the possibilities and limits that we thought the sport previously had. He tries irregular setup shots, he hits double-doubles or two bullseyes. He essentially takes the practice board to the world stage.

And then, when he needs to, a steely glint of determination emanates from his eyes and an unforgiving rhythm of 180s ensues. He can turn it on like few in the sport ever have before.


An emotional Littler reacts after winning the PDC World Championship (Ben Stansall/AFP via Getty Images)

“I sometimes say, every 17 years a star gets born,” a humbled Van Gerwen said. “He’s one of them… Every chance he got, every moment he had to hurt me, he did it.”

World champion, famous, a millionaire. What on earth next, other than impending adulthood?

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“I just want to add to it, maybe get a few more,” Littler said. “If I want the 16 (Taylor’s record of world titles), then I’m sure I could possibly achieve it.

“I’ve been doing this since 18 months old on a magnetic board wearing a nappy.

“When I’d say to my mates I’ve got a darts competition, they’d be like, ‘Darts?!’ ‘Yeah, darts, have you not seen it?’”

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Marie Winn, Who Wrote of a Famous Central Park Hawk, Dies at 88

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Marie Winn, Who Wrote of a Famous Central Park Hawk, Dies at 88

Marie Winn, the author who chronicled the avian sensation Pale Male, a red-tailed hawk that took up residence on the overhang of an Upper East Side apartment building only to be evicted in 2004, sparking protests by birders who had been thrilled to watch him woo lovers with disemboweled rats, died on Dec. 25 in Manhattan. She was 88.

Her death, at a hospital, was confirmed by her son Michael Miller.

After publishing several books in the 1970s and ’80s about the changing nature of childhood, Ms. Winn began writing a column on mother nature for The Wall Street Journal in 1989, a career turn that eventually put her at the center of an only-in-New-York-City melodrama.

It began in Central Park, where Ms. Winn started bird watching in 1991, the year an unusual-looking red-tailed hawk arrived from places unknown.

Instead of the dark brown features that typically mark red-tail hawks, this one had light-colored plumage. Ms. Winn named the curious fellow Pale Male. She and other bird watchers of Central Park — “the Regulars,” as Ms. Winn called them — followed him everywhere.

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“Shortly after his arrival in Central Park,” she wrote in her book “Red-Tails in Love: A Wildlife Drama in Central Park” (1998), “Pale Male had discovered a hunting ground that was to become his favorite: an area near the park entrance at Fifth Avenue and 79th Street — the killing corner, as the Regulars dubbed it.”

Every day, a man fed a flock of pigeons there. Pale Male watched from a chimney.

“Peering down intently, Pale Male would search out one that was imperceptibly slower, clumsier, stupider,” Ms. Winn wrote. “Then he would plummet down in that breathtaking dive falconers call a stoop. Bingo.”

Pale Male liked the neighborhood so much that he decided to settle at 927 Fifth Avenue, a 12-story luxury apartment building near the corner of East 74th Street. The building, which has a view of Central Park, was also home to the actress Mary Tyler Moore. Pale Male did most of his mating on the 12th-floor cornice. He also occasionally vacationed at a building nearby, on Woody Allen’s penthouse terrace.

Ms. Winn and “the Regulars” were consumed by Pale Male’s romantic life, naming his succession of girlfriends First Love, Chocolate and Blue. The birders sat on a bench outside the park with binoculars waiting for action, shouting, “They’re doing it!” when they were doing it.

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There was heartbreak, too. First Love “ate a poisoned pigeon and died on a ledge of the Metropolitan Museum,” Ms. Winn wrote in The Wall Street Journal. Chocolate, she added, died in “a collision on the New Jersey Turnpike.”

But perhaps the most lamentable event in Pale Male’s life occurred in December 2004, when the co-op board at 927 Fifth Avenue, fed up with rat carcasses and bird droppings falling to the building’s front sidewalk, voted to remove Pale Male’s nest, upending his courtship of his new consort, Lola.

Protests outside the building attracted national media attention.

“I’m restraining myself, Margot, from being obscene,” Ms. Winn said on NPR’s “All Things Considered,” addressing the interviewer, Margot Adler. “I’m so angry about this.”

So was Mary Tyler Moore.

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“These birds just kept coming back to the edge of the building, and people kept coming back to see them,” she told The New York Times, adding, “This was something we like to talk about: a kinder, gentler world, and now it’s gone.”

New York City residents expressed their dismay via the 2004 version of Twitter — letters to the editor.

The hawks were “all about location, location, location: what a view they had of the park, and what a view we had of them,” Matthew Wills of Brooklyn wrote to The Times. “Like those who destroy a landmark in the middle of the night, those responsible for destroying the nest at 927 Fifth Avenue have shown their contempt for the city they call home.”

A week later, in response to pressure from the National Audubon Society, the co-op board reversed its decision. On the morning of Dec. 28, workers removed an apparatus on the landing that had prevented the hawks from alighting.

“In no time at all Pale Male and Lola landed on the nest site,” Ms. Winn wrote. “Later that afternoon Lola was seen bringing a new twig to the nest.”

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Marie Wienerova was born on Oct. 21, 1936, in Prague. Her father, Josef Wiener, was a doctor. Her mother, Hanna Taussigova, was a lawyer and later a broadcaster. After emigrating to New York City in 1939, her parents changed their names to Joseph and Joan Winn.

Marie Winn attended Radcliffe College and graduated from the University of Columbia School of General Studies in 1959. She became a freelance journalist, contributing articles to The Times and other publications.

She married Allan Miller, a filmmaker, in 1961.

As they started a family, Ms. Winn began publishing books for young readers, including “The Fireside Book of Children’s Songs” (1966), for which her husband wrote the musical arrangements; “The Man Who Made Fine Tops: A Story About Why People Do Different Kinds of Work” (1970); and “The Sick Book: Questions and Answers About Hiccups and Mumps, Sneezes and Bumps, and Other Things That Go Wrong with Us” (1976).

In 1977, Ms. Winn wrote “The Plug-in Drug: Television, Children and the Family,” a social critique about TV’s role in the home. The book was widely praised. Writing in The Times Book Review, the television critic Stephanie Harrington called it a “multiple warhead launched against the great American pacifier.”

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Ms. Winn followed with “Children Without Childhood: Growing Up Too Fast in the World of Sex and Drugs” (1983) and “Unplugging the Plug-in Drug” (1987), a sequel to her earlier book.

She also translated works by Czech writers, including Vaclav Havel, the playwright and last president of Czechoslovakia.

Along with her son Michael, Ms. Winn is survived by her husband; another son, Steven; and four grandchildren. Her sister, The New Yorker writer Janet Malcolm, died in 2021.

A red-tailed hawk believed to be Pale Male was found sick not far from 927 Fifth Avenue in 2023 and died a short time later.

Ms. Winn returned to nature writing in 2008 with “Central Park in the Dark: More Mysteries of Urban Wildlife,” writing delightfully, reviewers said, about moths, cicadas and screech owls. She also reflected on how Pale Male had became, in her opinion, “the first avian superstar.”

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“Pale Male — the very name was a crucial ingredient in creating this hawk’s celebrity. It fell trippingly from the tongue,” she wrote. “People liked to say it — Pale Male.”

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