If you ever want to really draw a harsh line in the sand around “Adulthood,” think of a cherished period of time from your childhood — say, dew-encased summer evenings — and then consider what you’re doing on those same… Continue Reading
Ernie Banks passed away, and I can’t think of a person the baseball world could lose where it would be a bigger deal — with the possible exception of Willie Mays or maybe Yogi Berra. But follow the bouncing ball here… Continue Reading
Above is the end of Game 4 of the 1995 NBA Finals. The Rockets swept the Magic (with a young Shaq) and won their second consecutive NBA championship. That was the last championship the city won, which is about 18-19 years. That’s… Continue Reading
Overly-drastic sports fans can annoy me, especially because every sport has its own context around championship runs; in college basketball, for example, you typically need to get hot sometime in early March (and for UConn and Kentucky this year, that didn’t even… Continue Reading
My dad got on a plane this morning to hit up Florida for spring training; by now every team has reported and you’ve got games beginning in earnest. They mean nothing on surface, but they’re important for an emotional/functional reason. I live… Continue Reading
I was pretty big into baseball until I was about 17; phrased another way, you could say that I cared pretty deeply about the ins-and-outs of every game across the summer (when I was about 12-13, I kept notebooks of… Continue Reading