It happened. It finally %@#^@$! happened. There was a round of golf played last Sunday amongst friends on a beautiful, Florida afternoon… but this was to be no ordinary round. That last time I cried over a sporting event was Continue reading
“I don’t want to belong to any club that would accept me as one of its members.” Grouch Marx “I’ll have a bloody mary and a steak sandwich and a steak sandwich. Charge it to the Underhill account.” Chevy Chase Continue reading
I have this friend, perhaps you’ve heard of him. His name is Kevin. Kevin runs this website, perhaps you’ve heard of it. It’s called the Wife Hates Sports. It’s a site you want to tune into in case you’re considering Continue reading
I sat in the Buckhorn clubhouse with Vargas and Figueroa after somehow simultaneously managing a shitty and excellent round of golf. Note: Vargas and Figueroa are not sidekicks from a 70s cop show, even though the names sound like it Continue reading
I love golf. I try to play whenever I can and appreciate the fact that, as a Florida resident, I have access to some of the nicest golf courses in the world, quite often at an extremely reasonable rate. In Continue reading
I miss hearing about the drama between Ben Simmons and Joel Embiid and seeing how the Philadelphia 76ers would have either overachieved or underachieved in this year’s NBA Playoffs. I miss seeing what could have been between LeBron James and Continue reading
Confidence is a really bad movie starring Edward Burns. If I remember the plot correctly, Burns plays a con artist who’s trying to pull off the scam of his life. The film features a number of twists and rather predictable Continue reading
I generally decline from political commentary on this website. I have my own belief system as do you. I don’t expect to change anyone’s mind here, only to stimulate conversation. Like a night out at your favorite, local pub, any Continue reading
It was the best of Sundays, it was the worst of Sundays. Waking up to bacon, cinnamon rolls and fresh-brewed coffee in bed is never a bad thing, especially when the hearty meal accompanies a day chock full of championship Continue reading
I worked a 14-hour day last Saturday. That’s nothing for this fifty-year old who spends most of his time either walking the numerous, lush golf courses of Central Florida or on his feet graciously serving the thirsty patrons of Tampa Continue reading