I have watched the whole Charlie Sheen debacle with great sadness over the last several months, which seems to contrast sharply with how the whole pathetic charade is being treated in the broader culture. And it makes absolutely no difference to me that Sheen himself is orchestrating all this, an observation that would seem...
It used to be thought that sports served as a kind of escape from the everyday grind of modern life, offering a respite from the unending litany of depressing news from the world of politics and international events. The former was regarded as frivolous but entertaining, the latter as vitally important but grimly serious....
I suppose there’s not much left to do with the Barry Bonds business than to await his sentencing and/or the decision to retry him on the perjury counts. I don’t claim to have any inside knowledge on this fiasco, but if the feds decide to continue with this preposterous kabuki theatre for another round,...
Phaggot, phuck and knigger. Gasp! I’ll wait a few seconds and see if the Earth starts to tremble and the the sun is blotted into darkness without warning. No? For those with more-refined sensibilities, that’s the two F-words and the N-word. I chose my own silly way of putting the words to paper rather...
I was in St. Louis last week trying to play a little golf in a spring that looks like it’s slated to arrive in Wisconsin around the time that the NBA Finals wrap up, which is to say in June. Late spring aside, I was startled to hear on the local news that a...
FOR THE HANDFUL OF FOLKS ON BOARD with all of this, I will be taking the rest of the week off, heading south to St. Louis for golf, assuming the weather improves a bit. I probably should take the computer with me, but I am so thrilled that I am able to make it...
I’ve got a million reasons why I shouldn’t be in Barry Bonds’ corner, and one really big one why I should. He’s been massively hosed by the federal government in a prosecution that’s much more like a persecution. The prosecution of Barry Bonds is preposterous, disingenuous, hypocritical, obscenely wasteful and just plain ridiculous. And...
I know, I know. That’s hardly earth-shattering prognostication. And it’s probably a fairly commonly held belief. But I resisted that gloomy conclusion as long as I possibly could. I’ve regarded the opportunity to watch Tiger Woods play golf as being the equivalent of seeing Babe Ruth in his prime – a once-in-a-lifetime chance...
I am sure this is an odd way to start, but it has the advantage of being honest and it might even inspire someone else who has similar difficulties. I have no idea what the hell I am doing and even less confidence that the application of time and diligence is going to...
