In life, there are questions that never get answered. I know I have scores of questions that will follow me to the wherever after, and I'm plenty fine with that. Because I've always been a believer that not all questions are meant to be answered. Certain questions are simply meant to provoke us into moving… Continue reading Life is an outrage, so think simply
In honor of Independence Day, I felt like jumping into the pool of patriotism and taking a swim. And then the feeling passed and I decided to compile a list of my favorite Presidents. Which is basically the same shit, really. Before I get to this Presidential list 'o mine, I've a couple thoughts about… Continue reading Going 4th with my Oval Fixation
What's most interesting about LBJ going to the Lakers is that it simply feels like another vacation for the dude. He went to Miami for four years and then came home to Cleveland. Now he's going to the other coast for another four years, and is there any doubt he resigns with the Cavaliers to… Continue reading Winning and Misery: A Love Story
I'm not sure who my mind thinks it is, inviting these thoughts and observations over at all times of the day and night. But I'm not going to complain, since that wouldn't change things anyhow. Instead, Imma serve up a sampling. Please . . silence your phones during this post so that the voices in… Continue reading Things That Made Me Go HmmMonday
The following is not a sports post, but rather a rant on why sports should never be confused with reality. So if you like sports, read on. And if you really don't give a shit about sports in the least, by all means leave a comment after you read on. This isn't to say that… Continue reading Giving reality a sporting chance
I feel sorry for Tuesdays. Tuesday is like the middle child that gets left with the grandparents when the family goes to Disney World. Whereas Monday is the high profile villain we love to hate and Wednesday has achieved a low key Friday status, Tuesday ain't got much of anything going on. So in keeping… Continue reading Celebrating Tuesday! Said no one, ever.
I behave very much like a cicada when it comes to bowling, in that once every few years I will make the scene. As such, my game is less predictable than a soccer mom at a male revue show. And while I could go more often in order to sharpen my bowling skills, that would… Continue reading Striking out with my alley cats