We like to think we’re intelligent. Then we meet someone whose brain works at 100,000 times the speed. Meet the chinchilla-owning social science professor who loves the Rams, authors books, serves on California’s Commission on Judicial Performance Commission, rolls with a former presidential candidate and can’t stand KISS.
So earlier this evening I did something sorta cool—I served as the Q in a Q&A with Sam Darnold, New York Jets quarterback, at the Stance store in Irvine. I was asked to handle the gig by Tzvi Twersky, the longtime hoops writer and one of Stance’s big guns. So
I was in my car. With Norma the dog by my side. Another day, another interview. And yet … Bernard Nomberg asked great questions. Truly joyful exchange, and a lovely way to start the day.
By now you’ve seen that the Clemson football team visited the White House, only to be served a menu of fast food items from Wendy’s, McDonald’s, Burger King and Pizza Hut. I don’t get it. When I say “I don’t get it,” I’m actually not being snide, or even trying
In case you haven’t heard, Mel Stottlemyre—former Yankee pitcher, former Mets and Yankee pitching coach—died today of cancer. He was 77, and a very, very, very good man. And I was thinking that, perhaps, I long owed Mel an apology. See, back in 2003 my book about the 1986 Mets,
So yesterday morning I brought a load of stuff to our local Goodwill pickup area. Included in the haul was a huge barrel of Lincoln Logs and my daughter’s once-cherished Calico Critters. One of the Critters is pictured above, confused about her plight and wondering why she’s about to be
Christmas is over. The trees are gone. The lights are stashed. And hundreds of thousands of Elves on the Shelves have been returned to their boxes, glumly reduced to the shadows of a musty garage. But there is hope. I bring you … Con in the John. Or, put differently:
If you think about it, the vast majority of people we encounter in our lives come and go like a passing rain. You’re at a coffee shop. The barista is friendly. You strike up a conversation about Steve Perry. You remember the chat. Then you remember it a bit less.
Here’s the image. The one image. If you’re on the fence whether Stephen A. Smith says things solely for attention—here’s your answer. Yes, Philip Rivers—who has never won a thing in the playoffs—is a better postseason quarterback than Tom Brady. Yes, Dak Prescott—who has never won a thing in the
So the Denver Bronocs hired Vic Fangio as its head coach two days ago, which means many things to many people and one thing—in particular—to me. Namely, the USFL lives on. The last player to have competed in the USFL retired nearly two decades ago. Most of the coaching lineage