Some people love late October for the leaves changing color. Others love Halloween. I love the political junk mail. No, actually, I don’t. I hate it. Not because it’s a complete and total waste of resources (which it is) or because it causes the good mail folks an extra-large dose

My car accident was early last Saturday morning. Earlier today I had to go to Nick’s Towing Service in Rutherford, N.J. to get my stuff from the trunk. Not fun. I hadn’t seen the ol’ Mazda 6 since the accident. To recap (in better detail than before): It was pouring

Last Friday I wrote this column for SI.com. It was a piece about Montana’s Bobby Hauck, a typical bully football coach who froze out the UM student newspaper when it ran stories he didn’t find especially flattering. The reaction from Montana backers was pretty fierce. While some told me Hauck

I don’t believe in insisting athletes should retire. If a guy wants to hang around as long as humanly possible, collecting paychecks and perks along the way, who am I to argue? An end of an athletic career isn’t all that different to an end of life. You want the blood

ESPN has suspended Bob Griese for a week because of an inane taco comment involving a Spanish-speaking NASAC driver named Juan-Pablo Montoya. Florida congressman Alan Grayson, a hero of this blog, is coming under fire for describing a particularly pathetic (female) lobbyist as a “K-Street Whore.” And I am tired.

A few minutes ago I was walking through my house when I looked at a picture I never actually look at. It’s a photograph of Julia Herz, my great grandmother, who died in 1968 and—as a German immigrant to this country—probably spoke about 20 words of English. I scanned her

Though this is a tad embarrassing to admit, one of my favorite songs right now is Miley Cyrus’ Party In The USA. Great beat, great vocals, fun to run to. Yet while listening to it today, I was thinking of the great irony. In the song, Cyrus sings about flying

When I was a kid, there was no better NFL player than Earl Campbell. The Tyler Rose was an absolute beast, and if you know not whereof I speak, I strongly encourage you to check out this video. When the Houston Oilers were rolling, coach Bum Phillips would hand the

I was thinking today how, when many athletes do something on the field or court, they point toward the heavens, thanking God or giving credit to a dead relative or just lovin’ good ol’ Jesus Christ. And yet, though it is meant to be a symbol of humility, it’s actually

In response to my last post on the car accident, a reader wrote, “accept the fact : a high power does exist!” For the record, despite some of my anti-organized religion posts, I’m certainly not against faith … belief … etc. It’s a viable way of thinking, and I’d lie