The contest to end all contests, so to speak

Oiled up, buns up, I lay there on the massage table.  After all, tending bar for forty-plus hours a week and writing for nearly that many requires some painstaking, preventive maintenance. As she and I always do, the official licensed Continue reading

What if?

What if Ronda Rousey fought Floyd Mayweather… and won? What if a member already in Baseball’s Hall of Fame admitted to using steroids regularly to get an edge? What if Joe Maddon wins a World Series with the Cubs? What Continue reading

Chumpservations, Vol. 30: Phone books, sneaker pimps, oddball gratuities and the world’s most famous Heimlich

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