How do we explain our intermittent obsession with horse racing? For three short minutes, three times a year, we drop everything we’re doing, put on a funny hat, make ourselves mint juleps and glue ourselves to the nearest television screen Continue reading
I was engaged once many moons ago. It didn’t take. After many years of ups and downs, my long-term girlfriend at the time and I had grown apart. It happens. But at least we didn’t send out wedding invitations. (I Continue reading
Once upon a time, NBA players beat the crap out of each other. ESPN’s “30 for 30: The Bad Boys” pleasantly reminded us of that. The two-hour, must-watch special highlighted the rise and fall of the Isiah Thomas-led, two-time champion Continue reading
What was that old board game we used to play as children, the one with the dice in the plastic bubble where we’d press down on the bubble to see the dice pop around like popcorn until they finally landed Continue reading
“Smiles, everyone! Smiles!” - Ricardo Montalban as Mr. Roarke on Fantasy Island Ken Griffey, Jr. will go down as one of the most talented players in baseball history. He’s sixth all-time on the career home run list. He finished his Continue reading
On NBA Draft night last year, Bill Simmons and former Boston Celtics coach Doc Rivers got into a war of words. Their spat made for great television.
“I actually think the back is playing a little bit easier.”
Old guys spend a lot of their time naked. If you’ve ever visited a South Florida nursing home or your local YMCA, you’d know that.
Rules are rules and without them, there is anarchy. I get that. But sometimes, just sometimes, the rules can be bent, allowing for a little leniency. Last weekend at Augusta was one of those times.
I heard a great point the other day. I wish I could remember who brought it up first. My apologies to whomever it was but please allow me to build upon that premise.