You know you have some history under your belt when, on a trip to California to visit colleges your 17-year-old son is considering attending next year, you come across this relic at a computer museum — and remember when it was the most kick-ass thing EVER. The Radio Shack TRS-80. The “Trash 80,” as we… Read More An old friend
In June of 1992, I went to the Cincinnati Zoo on a clear summer night — the kind of early summer night in the Midwest before the humidity absolutely chokes the want out of you — to see someone I had been dying to see my whole life. I took a date, my wife now. We… Read More The King of the Blues
Nine times out of 10, you see a blowout happening, you click off the TV and you’re fine. Maybe more than nine times out of 10. Last night, the Los Angeles Clippers were up by 19 points late in the third quarter of a closeout game in L.A. I was happy about the prospect of getting… Read More On comebacks and chokes
We’re deep into the second round of the NBA playoffs now — I remember when we had major discussions at NBA.com on whether it should be the NBA playoffs or the NBA Playoffs — and I have a few points to make: 1.) It’s funny, in a sad, lame, forehead-slapping way, how media folks can manufacture some… Read More Predicting the unpredictable
So I’m back from my annual golf outing with the bros in South Carolina. Golfing-wise, it went as we should expect it to go, considering the general skill level of the golfers involved and the lack of golf we play during the year. To dim-wit: As you can see, I’ve tried to protect the names of the innocent… Read More Goof
I was in a Major League ballpark last night, working even, for the first time in more than six years. I took this picture from my spot in the pressbox at Turner Field. A glorious night. The national pastime. All that. I was going to stick this photo up last night — you have to… Read More At the ballpark
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