So this morning Roger Clemens decided to celebrate the release of the new book, American Icon: The Fall of Roger Clemens and the Rise of Steroids in America’s Pastime, by breaking his lengthy silence to appear on Mike & Mike, ESPN’s wildly popular morning radio show (that also airs on

My wife warned me. “Don’t do it,” she said. Why? I asked. “Because it’s a ton of work.” Nah. “You’ll regret it.” Nah. “Yes you will.” Nah. She was right. Two months ago I agreed to plan the Mahopac High School Class of 1990 20-year reunion. Tonight, I spent, oh,

Have been hearing much from Bristol Palin of late about the joys of being a parent. In fact, thought much about her words this afternoon. The daughter, Casey, son, Emmett, and I were at the nearby children’s library for 6 o’clock story time and chocolate cookies. Midway through the first

So ESPN is wetting itself over Brett Favre‘s possible signing with the Vikings, which is proof to me that: A. The network really is sorta lame. B. Favre is still considered big news in certain parts of Bristol, Conn. C. Life is boring. Let’s talk about C. Life really is

Watched the Idol tonight. Pretty lame. Mediocre showing by No Doubt, OK song by Daughtry, sad to see the 17-year-old girl go. And then there was Paula Abdul. For the first time since the show’s debut, Abdul performed a song. Did you read that correctly? Performed. Not sang—performed. She danced

In case anyone wants to know how journalism is doing these days, I offer two tidbits: A. The firing of three Baltimore Sun employees, via phone, while they were covering a baseball game. Trust me, read this, and you’ll never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever

Few American sportswriters perplex a greater number of people than Jason Whitlock, the Kansas City Star and Fox Sports columnist. Jason is very, very, very, very good at pissing people off. He writes a lot about himself, and often takes positions that leave me—and myriad others—scratching their heads. He has

OK, American Idol doesn’t meet Mike Pagliarulo. But I thought that header might draw some attention. The wife and I watch Idol regularly, and tonight pissed me off. “Rock night” was truly lame. Sucky songs, Slash contributing dickus, the four judges babbling away (if they don’t sack either Paula or

Ten years ago this December, Sports Illustrated ran my profile of John Rocker. The story sort of put me on the map as a journalist (which is funny, because it really wasn’t all that well written), but it also earned me a ton of scorn. In the days … months

While working out at the gym today, I had the misfortune of watching ESPN News. On the screen was Shaun King, the former Tulane/Bucs quarterback, who was breaking down the play of Oklahoma’s Sam Bradford. King’s thoughts included: A. Bradford is great on the run. B. Bradford finds open receivers.