When I was a boy, I pinned a photo to the bulletin board hanging on my bedroom wall—a 4x6 color snapshot of the local university mascot, (weirdly) signed and gifted to my parents to pass on to me. I was a fan of the school's football and basketball teams, so in the mind of a kid... Continue Reading →
Not everyone will agree. You don't have to. That's the beauty of it.
Quick, before the next morbidly depressing NFL story crosses the wire -- my bet's on a Vicodin-addicted, concussion-addled, bullying-scarred placekicker shooting up a PetSmart -- let's tip our cap to Jordan Gross. The Carolina Panthers' longtime starting left tackle -- he had anchored the team's offensive line since his rookie year in 2003 -- announced his... Continue Reading →
