I originally wrote this three years ago, but I am re-publishing it today for obvious reasons. Football is my dads sport. If we didn't have something to fix in the house or wood to cut, chop and stack for the wood-burning stove, he watched football. He loves both the Giants and the Jets (I know,... Continue Reading →
Good for Mark Buehrle. Well done. A perfect game. A masterpiece. Congratulations. I've never witnessed a perfect game. At least not from the start. I've seen the ends of them when ESPN jumps over to them. I've seen highlights (boy, was that catch by Wise amazing, or what). But I've never once witnessed one, either... Continue Reading →
by William S. Willet In my dreams, I can still hear the crack of the bat. The noise of that sweet, natural, majestic swing that connected with that imperfect pitch still resonates through my mind. The ball disappeared into the left field bleachers and an avalanche of humanity converged where it landed. I swear to... Continue Reading →
Standing at Third 