A couple of days ago the Povich Center for Sports Journalism posted an interesting “In His Own Words …” segment with ESPN’s Jason Whitlock. Throughout the years, there’s been a lot of Whitlock material I’ve liked and some Whitlock material I’ve disliked. He’s an excellent writer, but also an oft-insufferable
True story I heard today. Our friends Aaron and Diana recently moved into a new house. It’s a wonderful place, and I’m very happy for them. Shortly before closing, Diana noticed an enormous wasp nest hanging from a gutter. She asked Aaron to bring it up to the previous owners
Everyone seems to be doing the ALS ice bucket challenge. George W. Bush. Dr. Dre. Tiger Woods. Justin Bieber. Demi Lovato. My nephew. On and on and on and on. And it’s been great—$31.5 million has been raised for the ALS Association, a staggering amount for a disease that seems
So a few days ago my 14-year-old nephew took the ALS cold water challenge. He posted it on Instagram, and a bunch of his friends commented and LIKED it. I decided to write something. So I quickly jotted, “If you were really tough, you’d have filled the bucket with miniature
So earlier today I took my kids to the Gazillion Bubble Show, a shockingly enjoyable New York City-based bonanza of bubble, bubbles and more bubbles. Even though Gazillion features a Playbill and is held in the same theater facility as Avenue Q, it’s not any sort of traditional production. Everyone
So a few minutes ago Gregory Hardy, a sports editor at The State who’s written for ESPN Page 2 and CBSSports.com, hit me up on Facebook with the following message. I asked if I could use it here, he had no problem. Sometimes the smallest things can make a day. Here’s
If you’re gay—and no longer want to be gay—he’s the psychologist who believes he can cure you. Which makes him three things in my book: 1. Wrong. 2. Fascinating. 3. A riveting Quaz.
So on one of the final days of the recent car trek across America, Robyn Furman and I stopped at a McDonald’s in Jean, Nevada. I don’t care much for McDonald’s. But, when you’re driving through the desert and there’s nothing but dust and rock for hundreds of miles, one
I am 100 percent convinced that many, many people across this nation—almost all of them white, almost all of them financially comfortable—believe (in some form) that the police were justified in shooting Michael Brown. Why? Because—the thinking goes—he stole something. He went into a store, took objects that weren’t his
Well, this is weird. After five full days of driving and driving and driving and driving across America, Robyn Furman and I arrived at LAX, picked the wife up and drove to the new home in Laguna Niguel. I was told, by several people, that crossing the United States in