Having written a biography of the 1990s Dallas Cowboys, I feel very comfortable when it comes to most things Jerry Jones. While researching the book, I spent about 2 1/2 hours in Jerry’s office, plopped down on his couch in front of a row of Super Bowl trophies. The man
Today, I’m going to be a broken record. Pardon me for doing so. I’m sitting in Cosi. Almost everyone who works here is either Hispanic or African-American. Nearly all the customers are white. I recently rented a car in Atlanta. Everyone working behind the counter was African-American. Everyone renting the
Not all that long ago, I wanted John Edwards to be our president. I loved his compassion. I loved his philosophies. I loved his idealism. Of course, as we now know, it was all bulls***. He was the ultimate modern politician—a snake oil salesman spewing bliss from one side of
… our president seems toothless, our Senate is terrible, our Congress even worse. The weather is freezing, my feet smell and hot chocolate is more fattening than I ever imagined. I NEED good news today. Enter, this …
A couple of weeks ago I received an e-mail from a 12-year-old kid looking for advice about how to become a sports writer. It’s hard to offer career wisdom to someone so young, so I said little and asked Joe Yalowitz whether he’d like to write something for this blog.
A friend of mine named Bev wrote this on my Facebook page earlier today. I couldn’t agree more … Bush was able to ride 9/11 for a lot of that crazy legislation. And the dems were too scared to look unpatriotic. Obama has no such catastrophe and the Republicans are
Steve Largent was mad at Mike Harden for an illegal hit that knocked out two teeth. He’d been waiting for revenge …
So once per week or so, when I’m sitting in front of the computer and feeling especially egocentric, I Google my name. Never a good idea. Today, I found two things. One was someone slamming Boys Will Be Boys (Grade D!?). The other was this. It’s from a blog called
I was raised buy two terrific, attentive, wonderful parents. However, I blame them for a couple of things. My mom used to plop me down on a bathroom sink, bribe me with a piece of orange Trident gum and cut my hair, which resulted in a bowl-shaped mop-top and some
I love Tupac. Biggie. T.I. Tribe. Jay-Z. Nas. I was raised listening to rap … was surely one of two or three kids at Mahopac High School back in the 1980s who could recite the lyrics to Big Daddy’s I Get The Job Done. That’s who I am. A rap