Not sticking to sports since 2014
The only thing I resent more than authority is a man's lush head of hair. Yet there I was, roughly 20 years ago now, calling after then-Boston Celtics head coach Rick Pitino – a pompadour in a power suit – in the sweltering visitors locker room at Chicago's United Center. This would have been the... Continue Reading →
I don't know how to help my son. He's 15. I'm teaching him how to drive. Not long ago, I showed him how to shave that tricky spot under his nose. I've taught him to mow the lawn, bait a hook and bang out a proper push-up. Years back, it was throwing a ball, tying... Continue Reading →
Twitter isn't a destination for logic seekers. It's a place where respectful exchanges of ideas go to crawl under a dumpster and bleed out. Follow the Twitter rabbit hole past the cat videos and #brandedcontent and duck-lipped, cleavage-girded selfies, and you arrive at a minefield inside an echo chamber that's assiduously monitored by your employer's HR... Continue Reading →
