The day started out as delightful as any other: black coffee from my Kuerig, an everything bagel topped with nova and a text to Doctor Milhouse to review the day’s gambling lines. With a full slate of activity going into Continue reading
I experienced a moment of sheer nervousness scant minutes before the Magic game was about to start. Having arrived ninety minutes before tip-off to catch a glimpse of the five, future Hall of Famers that would grace the floor that Continue reading
My favorite player growing up was Carl Yastrzemski. Hailing from New York City but having spent formative years in Providence, Rhode Island, the Boston Red Sox became my favorite team. This was the late 1970s. Of all the Sox I Continue reading
As all of you know, I work in a bar and sell drinks for a living. As many of you also know, and have witnessed firsthand, I work in a high-volume bar which means I sell a LOT of drinks Continue reading
It’s an odd time here in Tampa Bay and not just because we’re in the middle of a global pandemic that has turned this, and pretty much every other city, on its head. No, it’s twilight zone time in Tampa Continue reading
Sorry, this post has been delayed. We’ve been celebrating Lord Stanley for two straight weeks. Here goes our official recount… as we recall. Walking into a stadium felt odd. After all, it’s been almost a full calendar year since any Continue reading
Two things stand out most to me about the 2004 Stanley Cup Finals. First is, I went to see three of those Finals games here in Tampa with my stepfather. He had the hook up on some primo seats. Not Continue reading
Breathe. The top-seeded Tampa Bay Lightning got swept out of last year’s NHL Playoffs in the opening round by the Columbus Blue Jackets. Breathe. Those 2018-19 Lightning, who were the league favorite to win the Stanley Cup, ended up making Continue reading
My friend Milhouse is a gambling degenerate. That, plus so many other reasons, is why we get along, kindred spirits if you will. Considering he and I have been quarantined for a while (not together, that would be weird), he Continue reading
Five Boston Bruins fans walk into an Irish pub. I know this sounds like a bad joke that ends in either a bloody, chowder-spilled bar brawl or regrettable vomit stains all over someone’s vintage Bobby Orr jersey. You’ll be happy Continue reading