Drafting Old Guys: My Week One Spent with Matt Ryan

My girlfriend laughs at me.  She does that often, very careful to explain that she’s laughing at me, and not with me.  And she doesn’t laugh only because hers is a considerably better Marlon Brando Godfather impression than mine. Again, Continue reading

Burrow, Luck and Gratitude

“What’s gonna set you free? Look inside and you’ll see. When you’ve got so much to say it’s called gratitude. And that’s right.” – Beastie Boys, Gratitude, 1992 “With a little luck, we can help it out.  We can make Continue reading

Burrowed

I sent a bunch of friends the same, exact text on the Saturday evening that Joe Burrow made sure everyone in America knew his name. I was behind the bar and as a general rule, it’s bad policy to use Continue reading

Subtle racism and the “articulate” black athlete

I was enjoying a nice, peaceful round of golf the other afternoon when a waft of subtle racism caught my attention. I was mid-way through my round when I heard an older white gentleman in our group, whom I had Continue reading

Thoughts on a wild, wild few weeks of sports: Chumpservations revisited (Vol. 39)

“What in the wide, wide world of sports is going on here?” Slim Pickens as Taggart in Blazing Saddles, 1974 It’s been a while since I’ve put some random thoughts down on paper. Between holidays, birthdays and deaths in the Continue reading