Like many writers in their 40s, I don’t have an amazing social life. I’ve got my wife, I’ve got my kids, I’ve got my friends, I’ve got nights working out at the gym, I have walks with the dog and chats on the phone and a whole bunch of DMs
I have awesome news for Joe Biden: Anything negative from his past doesn’t matter. Anita Hill? Not an issue. Getting too touchy with women? No problem. Votes that, looking back, were ill-advised? Hey, shit happens. I point this out because, as time has passed, I’ve noticed that a particular defense
So I was just skimming the wildly entertaining Cameo.com—land where one can pay Flavor Flav $250 to say, “Sorry about the bed wetting! Yeah, boy!” and Danica McKellar $85 to utter, “I liked Kevin, but I love Barry Smith. Happy anniversary, Barry and Len!” It’s an amazing place; a one-stop-shopping
Peed in a cup this morning. Hate bragging, but did it v-e-r-y well. No dribbling. No side spills. They handed me a wipe, just in case the exterior of the jar turned moist. It did not. I pee straight as a mofo. Anyhow, after completing the exercise, I was instructed
He could have starred in “Coneheads,” but instead turned to a career as one of America’s great journalists and authors. His new book, “Around Harvard Square,” is the next step in a standout scribe’s rise.
When famous people die, they are often hailed as being “larger than life.” Elvis was larger than life. Tupac was larger than life. Ronald Reagan was larger than life. Marilyn Monroe was larger than life. Michael Jackson was larger than life. Frank Sinatra was larger than life. Whitney Houston was
In case you missed this, I celebrated my 100th episode of Two Writers Slinging Yang by devoting the milestone edition to looking back 20 years at my John Rocker story in Sports Illustrated. You can listen here. Anyhow, over the course of two decades, Rocker has repeatedly blamed me for
Saw a few minutes ago that ESPN The Magazine is coming to an end. I’m saddened, even though this felt inevitable. Back 20 or so years ago, when the publication launched, I was working at Sports Illustrated. It felt like a direct threat to magazine supremacy. ESPN was stealing a
I suffer from health anxiety. It’s been under wraps for the past eight or nine years, but every now and then it rears its very ugly and troublesome head. Right now, for example, it’s rearing. For the past few months I’ve had this sensitivity on the right side of my
So earlier today Mike Organ, my friend and former Tennessean colleague, posted the above image on his Facebook page. It’s my first business card, from back in 1994. It has a hole in it. Shit happens. I worked in the Living Department. Which is different from the Dead Department. In