“That’s right, that’s right. We bad! Uh huh!” -Richard Pryor, Stir Crazy, 1980 We’ve talked a lot about fandom over the past few months, more specifically when it is acceptable for sports fans to switch allegiances and what rights we Continue reading →
Phony I came home the other morning to find a phone book sitting on my front door step. They’ve gotten considerably smaller over the years. I grew up in New York City. Back then, we had three separate phone books Continue reading →
I’ve worked in the bar industry for quite some time. Every once in a while, one drunken sot at the bar takes offense to the way another drunken sot at the bar is looking at him and shit goes down. Continue reading →
According to recent reports, Major League Baseball’s performance-enhancing prototype, Alex Rodriguez, is dropping his appeal, taking the year off and heading to Mexico. Good for him. I’m surprised Bud Selig didn’t offer to drive him to the airport.
Funny things happen when you grow up in New York City. While the Big Apple is universally recognized as the greatest city in the world – and rightfully so – New Yorkers inherently know that to be true. We wear Continue reading →
There’s a scene in one of Bill Murray’s earlier movies, Meatballs, where Murray, a camp counselor, is coaching his kids the night before their competition against the heavily favored Camp Mohawk. Murray tells his kids that whether they win or Continue reading →
The pierced, black giant strutted into the Oval Office as if he felt perfectly at home there. He and the president had been friends dating back to their Chicago days although few knew the extent of their relationship. Even then, Continue reading →