We've learned nothing of tornado drilling in the past three hundred and sixty-four days. We've learned nothing at all.
I’ve been to a few shows, but it always feels like I’m a curator at the dinosaur exhibit. So many dusty, old bones lying around. So many hip replacements squeaking and popping to Frankie Valli’s greatest hits. It gives me a creepy feeling.
If you've never participated in the NYC Midnight Short Story Competition, you're missing out on one of the writing highlights of the year. You're too late to enter now, but start thinking about 2018. There's a hefty entrance fee ($45 early/$55 by deadline), but you get access to forums where you can workshop your piece … Continue reading 11th Annual NYC Midnight Short Story Contest – Round One
Before you get all worked up over my not-so-politically-correct decision to sing the praises of unsportsmanlike conduct in the game of baseball, please spare me the tears. I’m not here to endorse fighting, or cursing, or even umpire bashing. I’m not here to teach you how to kick dirt on someone’s shoes. I’m simply not […]
This past Saturday morning, after tossing and turning for the better part of two hours, I decided to roll out of bed with the roosters. What I realized was, short of counting the moths as they fluttered in front of my porch light, there’s not a whole lot to do when you’re up at the […]
There are sports video games out there right now that are, in a word, unbelievable. You can page through complex football playbooks, create new franchises, or swing a live bat against live pitching. Some systems go so far as to mimic your actual body movements and translate them into gameplay. It’s clear things have come […]
Many will tell you that a record is the highest personal honor that can be obtained by any athlete. Others contend records set new standards and push athletes to reach higher, to run faster, and to push harder. As spectators, we relish in seeing these feats accomplished, and we thrive on seeing them broken a … Continue reading Some Pro Records Will Never Be Broken
Call me a loser. Call me a dork; a bookworm; a numbers cruncher. Whatever. I like to collect baseball cards and I’m not ashamed to admit it. When I was a young lad playing games of D&D in Mom’s basement in Cherry Hill with the neighborhood allergy cases and exchange students, I somehow developed a […]
cont’d from parts 1/10 , 2/10, 3/10, 4/10, 5/10, 6/10, 7/10) Dumb Luck Now you’re probably thinking the state pen must have had about the greatest company ball team in history around this time on account of the sudden influx of talented players landing themselves, with more than a little bit of help as you … Continue reading Black Yarn: A Fictional Series (part 8/10)
It’s mighty hard to set major league records when you’re crouched down in a U-boat with bombs bursting around it. But somehow, inexplicably, Mr. Bob Feller of the Cleveland Indians managed to do pretty well in that department even though he spent the prime of his career some 3,000 miles from the nearest American … Continue reading A Random Tribute to Bob Feller