This morning, while driving home from my daughter’s camp musical (two thumbs up for my daughter; down for the spotty choreography), I starting thinking about the meanest thing I’ve ever done. Like all humans, I’ve certainly had my cruel moments—things said to my brother, my parents, etc. I’ve gossiped, mocked,

I’ve actually changed my vote after reading/seeing this. Dave Parker—you are too cool for words.

Garry Templeton. “If I ain’t startin’, I ain’t departin’.”

Actually, I hate soccer. Really, truly find it boring as dirt on a moist stick. But, thanks to the magic that is Facebook, I have befriended another Jeff Pearlman—this one smart, successful, rich, etc. Well, I don’t know if he’s rich. But he’s a Dix Hills, N.Y. native and University

    My friend Scott Capro has long believed that real men don’t: A. Use umbrellas. B. Eat ice cream cones. My poll question of the day: Can a real man own a pink cell phone? Please respond.    

So I am officially concerned that my greatest fear is about to come true. In fact, before I get to that, here are my three greatest fears, in reverse order. 3. Being locked in a shopping mall after it closes. 2. Overflowing the toilet in a stranger’s house. 1. Doing

You have my absolute word that I’m not gonna go all Marley & Me with this blog. But give me a minute to whine, please … We’ve had our new dog Norma for five days—and she’s driving me f-ing crazy. Very nice personality, very cute, eats moderately OK … but

The one. The only. Admiral Stockdale.

By “F$%^,” I mean “feed.” I’m sitting in a Cosi, writing away, as the local cops stop by for their free food. That’s right—free. For some reason, police officers across America seem to consider it their right to receive free food from restaurants within their turf. I see it all

Bo Jackson. For so many reasons.