Heavy D
So the wife comes to bed tonight and says, “Did you hear about Heavy D?” Heartbroken. I can’t say the Big Lover is my all-time favorite rapper. He’s not. But when it comes to guys from a certain era (early-to-mid 90s) and a certain genre (up-tempo party jams) few could
Paterno and legacy
I don’t want to hear about Joe Paterno’s legacy. I don’t want to hear about what a great coach he’s been; about the young men he’s helped; about the legacy he’s left at State College and Todd Blackledge and Chuck Fusina and Blair Thomas and on and on and on.
Sweet Holidays
I wouldn’t be a righteous book whore if I didn’t say this: Let me know if you’d like to order an autographed book for the holidays. We’ll find a way … — Jeff
920
As I write this, my book is 920th in the Amazon rankings. I’d like to pretend it’s no big deal. But, truth be told, it’s sort of a bummer. But not a real bummer. Because, when one writes a book that succeeds (and four weeks on the New York Times
Billy Ard
So the family went shopping at our nearby Stop and Shop yesterday afternoon. The four of us enter the store, see a table up front … sorta distinguished-looking middle-aged man sitting behind it, holding a Sharpie. “Attention shoppers!” a man announces. “Former New York Giant standout Billy Ard is now
Jack McDowell
He’s a former Cy Young Award winner and longtime Chicago White Sox ace. That doesn’t mean his life ended at 30.
This is awesome.
Not being sarcastic. A person has to be able to take some joy in being described as a “resident shameless assclown.” I won’t link the website, but it’s not hard to find. It’s easy to praise a book or rip a book or ignore a book. But, literally, typing “resident
Charles Pierce’s amazing political rant …
… can be found here. Absolutely fantastic. My favorite slice: First of all, anyone who goes on television and says something like, “I’m in Main Street America a lot, as I think you know,” should immediately be shuffled off to bed, the sentence itself containing all the symptoms of
A Jeff Pearlman appearance!
Throw fruit! Better yet, throw money! And candy! Yes, candy! Chocolate, please. Seriously, I’m finally emerging from the shadows to do my first Sweetness-related appearance. It’s this Thursday night in Manhattan. It starts at 7:30 pm. Here are the details … Le Poisson Rouge (Official site, map) 158 Bleecker St.