Guts, sand, grit, chutzpah. Whatever your preferred variant of the concept, we all get what "heart" is supposed to mean -- particularly it's definition when viewed through the prism of prizefighting. And what of Nonito Donaire Jr., who will face Nicholas Walters tonight in Carson, California. Does he have it, heart? Judge for yourself: As... Continue Reading →
Most folks who know me will tell you I'm an easygoing dude. But I also have a pretty rigid sense of fairness and a low tolerance for bullshit, and that occasionally leads to harsh words and hurt feelings. I have complete control over only one of those outcomes, but I sincerely hope the next few... Continue Reading →
Today I hit another mile marker on the winding interstate of life. I always assumed after I blew past 16, 18 and 21 that the next meaningful number on my personal timeline would be known only by those left behind after I'd shuffled off this mortal coil. Thirty? Fifty? Retirement age? Big deal. None of... Continue Reading →
