No Nittany Lions Today
As I write this, I am half-watching the Michigan State-Pittsburgh football game on ESPN. I have no rooting interest in this game whatsoever. It's just the most interesting game I…
America!
College football started tonight Ohio kid pulls awesome prank, gets suspended (make sure you check out the YouTube) Wii adds Beirut to its bastion of goodness To quote Yakof Smirnoff…
Fantasy Dream
Fantasy football has taken off the past few years. I have played it in some form for I don't know how long, but it hasn't been as pervasive until recently.…
ESPN Radio Is Completely Useless
I am really glad I listened to a little of Schrutebag's (Colin Cowherd) show on ESPN Radio today. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have known that the Georgia medical examiner…
A Day in the Life
Most readers probably think that the life of a regular guy is filled with glamour. In a rare look into my world, here’s a brief diary of last weekend when Maria and Bridget left me to my own devices for 36 hours. Saturday
7 a.m. – Say goodbye from underneath the covers as they head off to my mother-in-law’s. 7:01 – Roll over to get more sleep.
7:05 – Realize I won’t fall back asleep and get up.
Flipping Over March Madness
Sometimes when you spend money, don’t you feel like just throwing it down the sewer? I mean, aren’t there purchases or investment decisions that you know will go wrong even before you hand over your money?
That’s exactly how I felt when I turned in my NCAA basketball brackets a little more than a week ago.
Call Me Coach
I fear for my sanity. Can anyone tell me what I have gotten myself into? I signed up to coach my daughter’s soccer team.
I entered into this fray willingly. I actually ticked off several boxes for volunteer options when I signed Bridget up to play a month or so ago. But it all hit me as I stood at the front of the room with the other coaches earlier this week.
Stop the Whining
Now that the Olympics have started, Americans can put on display the thing they do better than anyone else in the world. Whining.
I love a good chance to complain as much as the next guy, maybe even more, but we really ramp it up as a nation when the Olympics roll around.
It seems as if we have to make fun of a sport or complain about its foreign nature if we’re not good at it. Where’s the American spirit in that?
Super Bowl Dilemma
I don’t know what to do today. Well, I’ll naturally go to a Super Bowl party and eat too much. That’s a given. But I don’t know what to do during the game.
I might actually have to root for the Steelers.
I know. Things are that bad.
Where’s My SI?
Like anyone who has lost a parent, I have gone through all the stages of grief. When we celebrated Christmas recently, I learned how hard the anger stage can really be. I’m not mad at my mother or her doctors or anything like that. I’m just mad at the world.
For the first time in my life, I will have to buy my own Sports Illustrated.