Now I know how Cleveland felt. Years ago, the man known as LeBron James made the biggest mistake of his career. Personally, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal but history will remember it as such. LeBron Continue reading
Some years ago, my interwebtacular partner in crime asked me to contribute to his series entitled Tales of Depression and Sorrow. In said pieces, J-Dub of Dubsism fame asks fans of a particular franchise to share in the misery of Continue reading
My mother and I moved to Tampa when I was 12 years old. It was a lot like when Daniel LaRusso and his mom moved from New Jersey to Reseda except I didn’t have a magical karate coach and I Continue reading
There’s a Major League Baseball stadium that nobody goes to. It’s about 38 miles from my house. A pretty good and consistently competitive baseball team plays there. That team is the Tampa Bay Rays. That stadium is Tropicana Field. 38 Continue reading
“Anything is possible!” In 2008, Kevin Garnett shouted those words minutes after winning his first and only title as an NBA big man. Earlier that season, he and Ray Allen defected from their franchises to join Paul Pierce and others Continue reading
I woke up from a blissful slumber the other afternoon to find an online headline that read… “Tim Tebow Caught In Controversial Photo.” My imagination raced. Could the saintly Tim Tebow have posed nude for someone back in his Gainesville Continue reading
This time around was different. The Tampa Bay Rays have lost big name players in the past, faces of the franchise, players their fan base had come to know and love. Scott Kazmir, Matt Garza and James Shields were all Continue reading
Can you feel it, Rays fans? You know it’s coming; your clock is starting to tick louder and louder. It’s bad enough you have to live with the fact that your stadium, your attendance figures, your payroll and your team’s Continue reading
Funny things happen when you grow up a sports fan. In our misspent youth, we randomly cheer for players or teams without giving it a second thought.
I walked into a sports bar the other night just as James Shields had struck out his record-setting, fifteenth batter.