“Czervik? Czervik? Is Al Czervik here?” asked the man standing at the front of the room, microphone in his hand, as if he were Ben Stein waiting for Ferris Bueller to answer. There were a few, muffled chuckles in the Continue reading
I get that at times I’m beginning to sound like an old codger. It’s an inevitable (and often quite fun) part of the aging process. But no bad deed should go unpunished. Not that long ago, I wrote about my Continue reading
My morning started out like any other. A late night karaoke-fest followed up by a solid night’s sleep, then another nap after moving from bed to sofa. The Chump likes to be well-rested before starting his day.
“I want a hamburger… no, a cheeseburger. I want a hot dog. I want a milkshake…” “You’ll get nothing, and like it!”
I hit the links last Thursday, solo and Sandy-free, not because I couldn’t find a playing partner, but because it’s hard to find a fellow hacker who keeps the same hours I do.
I’ve been hitting the links a little more regularly these days. The weather here in the Sunshine State is beautiful, courses are abundant and greens fees are incredibly reasonable. Clubhouses are practically giving the golf away.
For decades, athletes from Walt Frazier and Joe Namath to Derek Jeter and Dwyane Wade have graced us with a sense of style and pizzazz off the field. Due to uniform restrictions in most professional sports, it is much Continue reading