The Best American Sports Writing 2011 (30 page)

The mice are scratching at the insulation in the air conditioner in my father's studio. It's December and cold air whistles at the windows. Drafting tools and sketches of chairs that no one will ever sit in are piled on his desk. A router sits on the floor. He built the studio himself out of trees from his property, framed it up, put a roof on it, and nailed some sheetrock inside. He installed a wood-stove designed by a former colleague of his. The windows face the forest. I lift a torn piece of paper with notes on it. He has distinct handwriting. Strong lines. When I was a boy, I used to imitate his signature. The paper says:
Sculptures that move by air pressure; Random patterns of raindrops on a ceramic plate.

 

The only wrestling I do anymore is with my daughters on the living room rug. They think it's great fun to jump on my back and get caught in the bear trap of my legs. They scream,
Let's wrestle, Daddy, come on, get down on your hands and knees. Let's go!

We roll around on the floor in a knot of arms and legs. It's two on one, and I lose every time. When I pick up my three-year-old daughter, her small fingers find my ear. She hangs on to it as if it is a handle that keeps her from falling. She runs her fingers over it and it almost tickles. She looks at it, and then checks my other ear, her fingers pinch lightly, like tiny calipers, measuring the thickness of each ear. I can see in her eyes that she has noticed the difference between the two ears, but she doesn't say anything. She just holds the damaged ear.

I'm 50 now, and I'm glad I have two daughters. I grew up with two brothers and a sister, but I have no sons of my own to teach wrestling the way my father taught me. But that's all right with me because the thought of teaching a young boy to wrestle at my age seems much too painful. My knees and hips ache after a long walk. I have screws and staples in my knee from a wrestling injury. But the truth is, as much joy and pride as there is between a father and a son, I don't know that I could endure much more of the unspoken pain that marks the lives of fathers and sons. It never ends.

FROM THE LOS ANGELES TIMES

T
HE MOST CURIOUS FIGURE
to emerge in the Dodgers' drama answers the door with a kindly smile and a hearty handshake. He motions toward the living room, where his wife has put out a spread of chocolate and fruit, coffee and tea.

Vladimir Shpunt, 71, lived most of his life in Russia. He has three degrees in physics and a letter of reference from a Nobel Prize winner.

He knows next to nothing about baseball.

Yet the Dodgers hired him to, well, think blue.

Frank and Jamie McCourt paid him to help the team win by sending positive energy over great distances.

Shpunt says he is a scientist and a healer, not a magician. His method could not guarantee the Dodgers would win, he says, but it could make a difference.

"Maybe it is just a little," he said. "Maybe it can help."

In the five years he worked for the Dodgers, he attended just one game. Instead, he watched them on television in his home more than 3,000 miles from Dodger Stadium, channeling his thoughts toward the team's success.

Shpunt's work was one of the best-kept secrets of the McCourt era. The couple kept it hidden even from the team's top executives. But from emails and interviews, a picture emerges of how the émigré physicist tried to use his long-distance energy to give the Dodgers an edge.

The McCourts, who are embroiled in a contentious divorce, declined to be interviewed about Shpunt. Through their representatives, Frank said it was Jamie's idea to hire him and Jamie said it was Frank's.

Shpunt lives in suburban Boston, in a community he insisted not be named. He sits uneasily for an interview, joined by his wife, Sofya, and Barry Cohen, an executive leadership consultant who worked with the McCourts and who introduced Shpunt to Jamie.

Shpunt is wary of publicity, disappointed in the loss of his anonymity, concerned about being caricatured. He speaks reluctantly, in halting English, about a commitment to the Dodgers that he said often required up to four hours a day.

"It's very big work. My blood pressure may be 200," Shpunt said, with a hint of a smile. "I like this team to win."

Shpunt could not transform a bad team into a good one, Cohen said, but his energy could increase the chance of winning by 10 to 15 percent.

"The team has some level of capacity," Cohen said. "What we're talking about is optimizing that capacity."

It is unclear how much Shpunt was paid. Cohen, who negotiated on behalf of Shpunt, would not say. Dodgers attorney Marshall Grossman said he did not know and could not find a copy of the contract.

But Bert Fields, an attorney for Jamie, said the Dodgers paid Shpunt a stipend, plus a bonus of "certainly six figures and even higher," depending on whether the Dodgers won the National League West title and how far the team advanced in the playoffs.

On September 26, 2008—one day after the Dodgers clinched the National League West championship and their third playoff berth in five years of McCourt ownership—Frank was jubilant.

"Congratulations and thanks to you and vlad," Frank emailed Cohen. "Also, pls pass along a special 'thank you' to vlad for all of his hard work.... This organization and this community will benefit a long time from our continued success. Thanks again."

 

The discoveries that led to whatever energy flowed to Dodger Stadium originated in a laboratory halfway around the world.

Shpunt said he led a team of Russian scientists that in the 1970s found that heat could travel beneath the skin and through so-called "gap junctions" between cells, increasing blood flow and promoting healing by directing energy to ill cells without harming healthy ones.

He worked at the same scientific academy in St. Petersburg as Zhores Alferov, a future Nobel Prize winner in physics. In 1998, in support of Shpunt's application to emigrate to the United States, Alferov wrote that Shpunt was an "eminent scientist" and "outstanding inventor."

Igor Sokolov, a Russian-born professor of physics and chemistry at Clarkson University in Potsdam, New York, said Shpunt had done "world-class research."

Yet his experiments have rarely been replicated in the West. William Parker, chairman of the physics department at UC Irvine, said Shpunt published his research in "second-tier Russian journals" not widely circulated in the international physics community.

"That doesn't mean he's not any good," Parker said. "He's just not a leading figure."

At one point, as Shpunt's research team studied how medical devices transmit electrical current through the human body, the devices malfunctioned. Yet energy was measurably transmitted, and Shpunt concluded he must have been the source.

Shpunt, who said his grandfather was a village healer in Russia, said he subsequently discovered that his hands generated much more energy than the average person's.

In the 1980s, after doctors had ordered a conventional treatment for a 14-year-old girl with leukemia, Shpunt said he tried to heal her and she responded to the energy from his hands.

"I don't know why," he said. "My energy might be 10 or 15 times higher."

Shpunt began to use touch therapy with clients whom modern medicine could not help. He would place his hands on various places on the body, believing his healing energy would be transmitted to the source of the illness.

Charles Shang, an assistant professor of medicine at Baylor College of Medicine in Houston, has cited Shpunt's work in his own research and said the concept of gap junctions is "fairly established." The theory that ill cells can be treated with touch therapy, he said, is not.

Shpunt said he redirected his efforts from research toward treatment, working with sick people in China, Germany, Russia, and Vietnam.

In the mid-1980s, he said, he heard a girl complain about hip pain after her legs had been amputated. He said he left her room and thought about how he might help resolve the discomfort, then returned to hear her say the pain had diminished.

That episode, he said, revealed that he could channel that healing energy not just through his hands but over distances.

"It seems like praying, or a magical way," Shpunt said. "There is no magic."

 

In 2004, not long after the McCourts bought the Dodgers and moved to Los Angeles, Jamie contracted an infection in her right eye so severe that doctors warned her she might lose vision in that eye.

Shpunt had met Cohen through a mutual friend and later worked with his family. Cohen referred Jamie to Shpunt in the hope that his unconventional methods might help.

Shpunt treated her in person and via long distance, and the eye was saved, Cohen said.

Jamie said through a spokesman that she could not definitively say Shpunt's treatment preserved her vision.

At the time, however, she urged Frank to consult Shpunt regarding an undisclosed health issue, according to Cohen and Fields, the attorney for Jamie. Grossman, the Dodgers' lawyer, declined to say whether Frank sought treatment from Shpunt.

In any case, the McCourts debated whether to add Shpunt to the Dodgers' training staff but decided against it, according to their representatives.

Instead, they hired him to direct his energy to benefit the team. "Dr. Shpunt and others believe that he has the gift of providing positive energy," Grossman said.

Shpunt most often dispatched the energy from his home office, in a room that included a television, chair, bed, and computer, watching the Dodgers late into the evening. If the Dodgers played on the West Coast, the game usually started at 10:00 P.M. in Boston.

He would concentrate, sometimes with his eyes closed, as if meditating, Cohen said.

Shpunt could transmit the energy at any time and from any place, Cohen said, but watching the games provided him with immediate feedback on its effects and intensity.

At one point, Shpunt also tried to heal a player. In 2005, Jamie referred outfielder Jayson Werth to him for treatment of a wrist injury, after Werth had told her of his interest in alternative medicine, according to Cohen and representatives for Frank and Jamie.

Werth had one in-person healing session and one distance healing session, apparently not successful. In 2008, as he emerged as a star with the Philadelphia Phillies, Werth said Dodgers doctors had misdiagnosed the injury and that he did not get proper treatment until he went to the Mayo Clinic on his own. He made no mention of Shpunt.

More recently, Werth appeared startled when asked whether he had worked with a healer named Vladimir while with the Dodgers.

"Where'd you hear about that?" Werth said. He declined to talk about it.

 

On October 2, 2004, Steve Finley capped the first season of McCourt ownership by hitting a walk-off grand slam, clinching the Dodgers' first playoff spot in eight years.

"The miracle finish ... was the result of V energy," Cohen wrote in an email to Jamie. "Frank was privileged to actually feel the en- ergy."

Cohen sent that email during the final week of the 2005 season to reinforce Shpunt's value to the team. The Dodgers lost 91 games that season, their worst in 13 years.

"V believes without his help this team would have lost about 15 more games," Cohen wrote, adding: "It would be a giant error to take V off team."

Cohen also wrote that Shpunt had "diagnosed the disconnects" among manager Jim Tracy, general manager Paul DePodesta, and the team's pitchers and catchers.

"Your general manager destroyed last year's team," the email read, "and put together a group of players that could not be a team and could not win."

Cohen further conveyed Shpunt's critical assessments of outfielders Milton Bradley and J. D. Drew and said Shpunt had identified Tracy as the "final reason for failure."

Grossman said Shpunt had been "introduced to the Dodger organization as someone who had the ability to observe the team, observe opposing teams and provide evaluations of performance of areas and strength and weakness."

McCourt fired DePodesta after the season, three weeks after publicly backing him when Tracy and the Dodgers parted ways. Grossman said Shpunt's evaluations did not persuade McCourt to fire DePodesta or to cut ties with Tracy or any player.

"I doubt that one or more decisions were based just on what he had to say," Grossman said. "I'm confident what he had to say was put into the mix of opinions."

The relationship between Shpunt and the Dodgers lasted through the '08 season, after which Jamie asked him for help with matters separate from the team, Cohen said. That would have required Shpunt to move to Los Angeles, and he declined, Cohen said.

Cohen would not say what kind of work Jamie had asked Shpunt to do, and Jamie would neither confirm nor deny she had asked for his assistance.

By then, Shpunt thought his results with the Dodgers had been so successful that he started to work with amateur and professional athletes, sometimes with hands-on treatment, sometimes trying to will them to victory from a distance.

Would he say which athletes? He said he would, well, think about it.

FROM GQ

A
PRAYER IN THE CITY
, four words long:
I ain't seen nothin'.

It was a lie, of course.

Robert Nixon had seen everything. He had seen more than enough to put a rich and famous man, an NFL superstar, in prison. But this is what you tell the police unless you're a fool. You can't go wrong if you say you ain't seen nothin', and you can go very wrong if you say otherwise. And as far as Robert Nixon is concerned, what happened to the fat man with the Muslim beard is proof.

Nixon didn't know the fat man with the Muslim beard when the fat man was still alive—that is to say, before he was perforated with bullets. But he'd seen him around. More than a year before the murder, Nixon stumbled upon the fat man lying in the street, in front of a water-ice stand, getting the crap beaten out of him by Marvin Harrison and Stanley McCray, one of Harrison's employees.