I’m a brat. I’m a 44 going on 45-year old man but still, I’m a brat. Or at least I have brattish tendencies.
I walked into the Pebble Creek clubhouse at the turn, to quench my thirst with a refreshing Jack Daniels and Coca-Cola cocktail last Tuesday afternoon. The lukewarm cans of Yuengling on the front nine weren’t sitting well. Like any good Continue reading Wherefore art thou, Coach? Parting thoughts on Stan Van Gundy.
The drive from Charlotte to Augusta, Georgia takes about three hours. First take I-77 South for about an hour and a half, until you hit Columbia, South Carolina. Then take 20 West for another hour and change until arriving in Continue reading My journey to Augusta, Part Four: The course, of course and a pictorial
Good news arrived in the mail today, which was a welcome change from the bills, catalogs and random coupon mailings that usually clutter my mailbox.
I was at my local sports pub the other night, throwing back a few pints, terrorizing some all-I-could-eat wings and trying to determine whether the Bears-Vikings or Magic-Hawks game I was watching was more meaningless.
At SportsChump.net, we strive to ask the hard-hitting, pertinent, analytical questions other independent sports sites won’t dare to ask. In keeping with that theme, we hereby present several burning questions that surround the final game of the NBA season…
Soon after moving from Gainesville to Tampa only months ago, I began my search for a local poker game. Such illicit activity is not always easy to find.