Note: I wrote this column when I was down in Florida last week. I recognize the criticism that will follow (it already has), but I ask fans to stop always blindly defending the behavior of athletes, merely because they’re athletes. I’m not saying Albert Pujols is Satan, or even Satan
Supposedly John Travolta has agreed to appear at a 35th reunion of the “Welcome Back Kotter” cast. Which is sorta cool, because—come day’s end—I’m a fan of reunions. Got me to wondering what happened to Epstein, my favorite character on the show. Turns out he has a website that, though
… is on what, in the wake of Dave Duerson’s suicide, the NFL can do to truly address head injuries.
Admittedly, I’m especially moved because I write books for a living. But few commercial endeavors have saddened me like this one. Today, I visited our neighborhood Borders, which is closing. This is the spot where I wrote most of Boys Will Be Boys; the spot where my kids have purchased,
So it turns out that Brandon Davies, the BYU center, was suspended from the basketball team for the remainder of the season because he violated the school’s honor code by engaging in premarital sex. In other words, I went to the wrong college. At the University of Delaware, I’m pretty
Within the next couple of days Newt Gingrich, former Louisiana Gov. Buddy Roemer, former Pennsylvania Sen. Rick Santorum and former Minnesota Gov. Tim Pawlenty are all supposed to officially express their interest in running for the presidency in 2012. In a word: Glub. Were I a Republican, I’d be running
There are things in life that just should not exist. Ever. Under any circumstances. Ever, ever, ever. Jeff Juden baseball cards. The remake of the series, V. Menudo. Most of all, the McLobster. Seriously, can you imagine walking into McDonalds and ordering a McLobster? Shit, I can barely walk into
Had a riveting discussion about news judgement in my intro to journalism class at Manhattanville College this morning. First, a student named Matt told everyone the story of the time he was berated and cursed out by a customer at Barnes & Noble, where he works parttime. Then we had