There's a scene in the movie Goodfellas when wig shop owner and independent bookmaker Morrie Kesseler gets whacked most unceremoniously by Tommy DeVito (played by Joe Pesci). One minute he's climbing into a Cadillac with the intent of negotiating his share of a big score over coffee whilst picking up a danish to bring to his wife Claire,… Continue reading The Fight To Regain Sanity
I am totally down with the new Nike ad campaign that features former NFL quarterback Colin Kaepernick, even if I'm not sold on the feng shui of this union just yet. Let's chill with this idea that Kaepernick is this generation's Muhammad Ali. This, ain't that. I'm not talking about what each man risked in… Continue reading There’s a time for kneeling, and a time for standing up
In a recent interview, Wednesday and Thursday were asked to describe Tuesday's best attribute. They replied in unison, "It ain't Monday,". Now, maybe this has something to do with the fact that Wednesday and Thursday are so close . . they're practically inseparable. But I do believe they have a point, yanno? Tuesday could do… Continue reading Tricking out my Tuesday
As with most things recreational, I tend to binge. Books, tennis, pain pills and yes . . movies. It doesn't matter as to the method,- Amazon Prime, HBO, Redbox or the theater- I tend to gorge myself in concentrated pockets. My movie binging tends to take the place of regular bi'ness, since I can't seem… Continue reading Cinema Parenthesio
I am proclaiming this Sunday to be the intermezzo of my Woodstock series of posts. So in lieu of flower power, Imma post the first in a brand new series that will show up on the regular once I'm finished spilling on my three days of peace and music in the Catskills with the lovely… Continue reading Sorryless Sunday Morning
If it feels as if I've been bitching incessantly about the state of big time college sports lately, welp, it's because I have been. And if you're figuring on sticking a killjoy label on yours truly, Imma reply with the same line most of these big time coaches would feed you. Don't blame me. D.J.… Continue reading No End In Sight
As far as afflictions go, the one I am forever doing battle with is one that seems downright quaint and dare I say . . without entering the hyperbolic chamber . . . stoic? I can't lie. And I'm not just talking about my hips either. Nah . . that there refers to all five… Continue reading Has “Shark Week” Jumped Itself?