Let’s suspend reality for a brief moment. Let’s pretend we live in an indecent world with no rules or boundaries, you know, the kind of world in which Ray Rice and so many other professional football players live. It’s a Continue reading
As most of you already know, I went to high school overseas. From the tenth through twelfth grades, I lived in Santiago, Chile. Those were a memorable three years but I’m not about to bore you with anymore sappy stories Continue reading
I lay there on my sofa early Sunday morning, flu-ridden, back aching, both contributing to my insomnia, as I fruitlessly wished for a cure for all three.
I don’t consider myself a purist, even though I am getting a little long in the tooth. As a sports fan through and through, I’m all for advancements that make our games more enjoyable, whether it’s expanding instant replay, ensuring Continue reading
Soon after his retirement, basketball junkies everywhere craved the second coming of Michael, so much so that we dubbed every player after him who could jump out of the gym “The Next Jordan.”
It appears we have a new blowtorch in American men’s tennis. This time around, he’s sans afro and headband.
“I see you drivin’ ‘round town with the girl I love, and I’m like….” -Cee Lo Green
The week that was, including Bud Selig, Armando Galarraga, Jim Joyce, World Cup Soccer, the NBA Finals, Ken Griffey, Jr., Jose Canseco, Affliction sport coats, Danny Ferry, drunken bosses and broken-down Volkswagens Continue reading
I’m always hesitant to label an athlete the best to ever play his sport