Jumping for Joy
Hollywood has a way of wearing us down. Their current tactic combines a heavy dose of sequels and re-makes. Sometimes, I think they don't want us to go to the…
Just Enjoy the Games
Sports seem so simple. You watch a game and cheer for one team or the other to win. Or sometimes you root for one to lose. Or you just watch…
Crisis Averted
I had a very scary moment the other day. In fact, for a few hours, I had to deal with an intense feeling of dread.
Lying on the couch in the early morning as I am wont to do, I noticed something funny on the television set. I had made my way downstairs at some point in the night so ESPN could help solve my insomnia.
As I started to stir, I noticed something funny about the screen. The highlights from the previous night’s basketball and hockey games had given way to a few squiggly green lines.
I rubbed my eyes, trying to stave off the inevitable panic. Once I got my bearings, I managed to confirm my worst fears. The cable box had died.
Trouble Making Connections
As I sit down to write this column, something doesn’t feel quite right. I have started to have bouts of heartburn which drive me crazy. I know I shouldn’t eat certain things at certain times, but can’t help myself.
So I try and take it easy the next morning with a nagging pain in my gut. Getting old stinks.
The good thing is that I know it will go away. I know I can modify my habits. I know I will feel better soon. I wish I could say the same for my mental faculties.
I haven’t become more forgetful or started to deal with bouts of confusion. I still make it home safely at the end of the day. The problem is that, once I make it home, my daughter may want to play a game. That’s the part which makes me start to feel really bad about myself.
Usually she just wants to play “Sorry!” This is a family favorite which has spawned some epic battles over the years, but no real bad blood. Sometimes she chooses “Life” or “Battleship,” both of which pass the time and really just come down to luck.
But lately she has started to choose an older game which has really made me question my worth as a father, a husband and a contributing member of the community.
Bridget likes to challenge me to games of “Connect Four.”
A Close Shave
Groucho Marx once quipped that he wouldn’t join any club which would have him as a member. Sometimes I feel that way. Who would want my brand of insanity and self-doubt?
But recently, I found a group that not only seemed to fit my personality, but, by some miracle, they also wanted me.
I am talking about the Dollar Shave Club. This decision will change my life.
Book Review: Imperial Bedrooms
Two summers ago, I re-read Bret Easton Ellis' novel "Less Than Zero." I wanted to revisit the 1985 novel before I read Ellis' newest book "Imperial Bedrooms," which is a…
Are Spotify Struggles a Surprise?
This story from the New York Post caught my eye online today because I sometimes use Spotify. The music service intrigued me because I have struggled with finding something which…
An Orioles Memory
In “Groundhog Day,” one of my favorite movies, Phil Connors picks an enjoyable day from his past and wonders, “Why couldn’t I get that day over, and over, and over….”
Now I don’t want to make it sound like I am stuck in an endless loop at this point in my life, but I look back to what I was doing 20 years ago today and wonder if I could get that day over and over and over.
Less than two years out of college, a short period of unemployment had just ended when I accepted a job in Hanover. While that does rank up there because it led me to my wife and all the wonderful things which have happened over the past two decades, April 3, 1992 stands out for a different reason.
Baltimore opened its new baseball stadium that day.