Dear guy across from me: There are seven open tables inside this coffee shop, but you chose to sit right across from me. And now you’re talking to yourself as you write. I don’t get it. Why did you choose this area to sit? It can’t be because of me.
The Los Angeles Chargers’ team reporter owes her splendid career to hard work, inquisitiveness, knowledge, grit … and Twitter.
Casey Pearlman, a member of her high school’s freshman swim team, called her father from an away meet earlier today to announce that she would be coming home. “Guess what!” Casey said. “Someone pooped in the pool!” When Jeff Pearlman, her dad, expressed doubt, Casey said a friend had taken a
So I’m sitting in one of my favorite Laguna Beach cafes, typing away. A woman walks in. Apparently a regular. She orders her coffee, then says to the barista—lightly—”There’s a monkey in your chair.” I look. It’s a wicker chair in the corner, with a little African-American boy sitting on
So when I’m not writing books, raising my kids or killing elk with my bare feet, I serve as an unofficial adviser to The Panther, Chapman University’s student newspaper. It’s a fun way to spend a Monday afternoon. I meet with the staff, go over the previous week’s issue, hear
Came home today to find my daughter standing at a sewing machine, creating a fuzzy pillow for a friend’s birthday. It’s pictured above. I was dazzled. I love being a father, and while I often bemoan the passing of time, one thing I dig is observing my daughter and son
So those who read this blog with any regularity know that last week I made my flag football head coaching debut (well, I filled in for Chris—the regular head who was away on business), and our team enjoyed a spectacular morning (and a win). Today was, eh, different. Very different.
Here’s my 2018 Mock Draft … • 1. Matt Muh, quarterback. Bucknell University. • 2. Fuck off. Thanks for attending. PS: Seriously—can we stop with these fucking mock drafts. All of them. Like this one. And this one. And this one. And this one. And 1,000 others. Albert Breer doesn’t
She’s a two-time Olympian and five-time U.S. Figure Skating champion. But along with the world’s coolest name, this legendary athlete can boast nine years of sobriety. Now that’s golden.
I have visited the saddest place. It is the above photo—back in the glass room at the Big 3 Draft here in Los Angeles. I covered the event tonight, and found it quirky, interesting, weird, funky, unique. The majority of selected players were names I’d never before heard, or names that