Back when we were kids, growing up on the mean streets of Mahopac, N.Y., my brother and I were hooked on a record we bought at the local music store. It was a compilation of Z100’s different on-air spoofs—pranks, characters, etc. Anyhow, some of the skits have never left my
The Mark Lemke of baseball beat writers has covered the San Francisco Giants for more than 25 years. That means lots of Bonds, lots of Kent and even a little Brian Johnson. As he fights non-Hodgkins lymphoma, one of the best in the business reflects—and looks ahead.
Two old men sitting at a booth in McDonald’s. One looks to be in pretty good shape. One is using a cane. He has hearing aids in both ears. His wife helped him sit down, and just grabbed him a cup of water. “How was physical therapy?” the healthier man
So when I was a kid growing up in Mahopac, N.Y., I didn’t understand David Bowie. Or, put simply: His music and persona seemed weird to me. I was your typical kid, digesting the pop created for my little brain. I understood Madonna and Lionel Richie and Michael Jackson and
I was a history major at the University of Delaware, and I’m in the process of wrapping up my masters degree from the University of South Florida. Hence, I’m more than qualified to offer this test to determine the worthiness of your life. One point for every time you answer
Just got done watching that crazy Steelers-Bengals game, which was exciting, emotional, infuriating, gut-wrenching. I’ve probably viewed, oh, 1,000 NFL games over the course of my lifetime, and this was one of the all-time most memorable. Which leads me to this … After Chris Boswell kicked the game-winning field goal
Two days ago I asked Emmett, my 9-year-old son, a question: What sports jersey would you buy, were money and availability no object? “That’s hard,” he said. A Pause. “Probably either Billy Sims or Lynn Cain.” I have succeeded as a dad. In case you don’t know, Billy Sims was
I don’t know if this is true, but I’m pretty sure most writers have their go-to words. In my case, they change. I go through phases, where some words are hot and some words are OK. This works fine when I’m writing articles. I mean, over the course of 3,000
From 1991-95, Dave Fleming pitched for Seattle alongside a young superstar named Ken Griffey, Jr. Dave won 17 games for the ’92 Mariners, and he and Junior (both 22 at the time) were the sole hopes for a team that lost 98 games. Dave is now a teacher in Connecticut,
In case you missed it, earlier today President Obama held a session at the White House to announce he was taking executive action on guns. This blog post isn’t about the details of what, specifically, was done, or not done. You can read this for more information. What this is