A big couple of days for the book and its dashing author. Today the New York Times ran this online Q&A, and the Philadelphia Inquirer ran a piece of its own. The excellent, must-read sports blog, Kissing Suzy Kolber, ran this joyful piece, and on Wednesday night I’ll be appearing

As I type this I am sitting in row 31 of a US Air flight from Philly to Los Angeles. Though I don’t travel nearly as often as I used to, when Sports Illustrated often had its baseball writers make two or three trips per week during the season, I

That’s the New York Times headline I’m staring at right now, as I sit here in the Philadelphia airport at 6:35 am on a cool morning. I’m tired, beat up, frustrated—and fascinated by the nation’s economic woes. First, what does it mean for me, the average schlub who invests a

Am sitting in the Philadelphia Omni as we speak, having spent a portion of today as a guest on the TV show, Daily News Live. Was fun, but I’m exhausted. Did nine or ten Cowboy-related radio and TV interviews today. Great for the book, bad for my sanity. One can

Tonight the wife and I went to the wedding of two former Sports Illustrated colleagues. Was at the Yale Club in NYC—great place, great wedding, beautiful bride, great cupcakes. Got me thinking about the most memorable wedding moment (not including mine) that I’ve ever experienced. I was 23-years old, dating

As I’ve said before on this site, authors—senselessly, I’ll admit—often measure their book’s success or failure based on Amazon ranking. I have yet to meet a writer who doesn’t check his rank on, at the least, a daily basis. It becomes an addiction—Give the kids a bedtime story or check

Was reading Bill Simmons’ ESPN.com column from today. Stumbled upon this: Last word: I’m only 150 pages into “Boys Will Be Boys,” Jeff Pearlman’s thoroughly enjoyable opus about the 1990s Dallas Cowboys (incredible that nobody tackled this subject yet), but you need to purchase it right now just for the

As I write this, I am sitting in a Manhattan cafe, sipping a cup of hot chocolate, listening to a Seal song piped in over the speakers. Everything is so normal and average, as if it were just another day in the life of New York City. Obviously, it isn’t.

Today I spent about two hours with Bob Costas in a New York City studio, talking Cowboys and Bonds and Rocker and whatnot for his radio show. I’d never met Bob before and, I’ve gotta say, I left extremely impressed. In the course of my career I’ve run across myriad

Tonight I promised my wife that I wouldn’t make any more political posts here. Well, this will be my last one. In watching this election, I’ve become increasingly despondent. Not because of who is winning or losing, but because we continue to go through this process with a galling lack