freeze this moment a little bit longer
It’s unlikely that a biopic of my life will ever hit the big or even small screen. It’s even more unlikely that I will get to storyboard it. But if […]
Category Archives: the sports brain
i’m all counting on me
Last night I stood over a Callaway 4 in the fairway at Twin Rivers Golf Club with a 3-wood in my hand at 8:51 p.m. I couldn’t see the green, […]
throwing sports under the bus
I think I’m guilty of cynicism driven by high expectations. I woke up on the war path this morning. Pretty much pissed off before I ever rolled out of bed. […]
this is why
I wrote a whole essay explaining the purpose of this blog and then Chuck Klosterman nailed it in two sentences. It was part of his article “Why I am Rooting […]
an attitude worth fighting for
A couple of years ago, when I was living in Scotland for the summer, I had the privilege of having a man named Don Snyder caddie for me at The […]
you can bet on being disappointed
Expectations are the worst. I don’t know how any person could ever be an optimist for long. Perhaps that’s why there’s a word for grumpy old people — crotchety — […]
please excuse our “expertise,” we can’t help it
I want to describe Nick Hornby’s Fever Pitch in as few words as possible, but that’s difficult for me to do because I relate to it from the very essence […]
