It’s sort of early for the 2016 presidential election, but I’ve already got my candidate. His name is Adam Kwasman, and he’s the motherfuckin’ bomby bomb. Yes, the bomby bomb. He’s that excellent. In case you haven’t heard of Adam Kwasman, well, you will. Over and over again. On Tuesday
The first piece of hate mail I ever received arrived at The (Nashville) Tennessean offices 21 years ago next month. It’s pictured above. I remember the experience vividly. The card came inside an envelope with no return address and a heart stamp that read LOVE. I’m not sure if I
The former Crowd Goes Wild host explains the pain of a cancelled show, the complications of being a woman in sports media and why Regis rocks.
Was digging through some dusty bins the other day, came across the above newspaper pullout. It’s from The Review, the University of Delaware’s student newspaper, and dates back to 1993, when I was a senior and editor in chief. Even though I sorta ran the whole paper, I still kept
This morning, I Tweeted out a softball. By “softball,” I mean the above image, which has been making its way around right-wing e-mail chains. It doesn’t take a bleeding-heart liberal to realize the disturbing and disgusting nature of the message. It’s lily whiteness vs. savage blackness. And if you don’t
Just learned from this Richard Deitsch piece that Pam Oliver, the excellent, intelligent, informed Fox Sports NFL stalwart, will no longer serve as the network’s top sideline reporter. She has been replaced by Erin Andrews. Glub. Anyone who has worked in sports media long enough knows what this is. And
So yesterday I was visiting my parents, when—while combing through a closet—I stumbled upon an old, tattered box. It was locked with a key, but when I tried turning it left, then right, then right, then left … nothing happened. “Can I force this open?” I asked Mom. “OK.” So
Today was a very weird one for me. I can be angry on Twitter at times. But this was different. Watching ESPN’s botching of the LeBron James coverage, I wasn’t merely angry. I was furious. I was bitter. In regard to Chris Broussard, ESPN’s basketball expert, I was beside myself.
As we speak, I’m sitting in a Starbucks. Had my own table, but it’s a busy place. So when an older man with a book asked if he could use the empty seat, well, of course I said yes. We’ve been here for a few hours. He’s reading. I’m researching.
Friend just called me laughing about the above Tweet, from the turns-everything-he-touches-into-dogshit Chris Broussard of ESPN. Read it. Then read it again. One more time. Yes, Broussard misspelled “confirms.” But, hey, on Twitter misspellings happen. What I love—love!—is that his “sources” have clearly been wrong, then wrong again, then wrong