God, I hope my wife doesn’t read these posts.  I hope she takes about as much interest in this part of my life as she does the Maxim-magazine-collecting part of my life.  I hope sh[...]

I guess it might’ve been better to write this a couple of days ago, but it turns out that technology refuses to exist west of Elk City, OK and east of Flagstaff, AZ.  And that is, [...]

Kids say the darndest things.  Mine say the damndest.  The following is an excerpt (the most ridiculous answers) of an interview I conducted with Aidan William Shaffer—noted 6-year[...]

Shamefully, the birthday of America’s crucial 34th state has passed without even a mention in the State of the Union address.  Not even a celebratory, “as we go to break” graphic o[...]

As I sit here feeling guilty about sucking down a can of old fashioned, Classic, used-to-clean-blood-off-the-highway Coca-Cola on my “off day,” I’m reminded of the black ice that u[...]

I must admit, I am one radiant sonofabitch.  A glowing ray of sunshine dressed up as Caucasian lankiness.  I’m a lighthouse of joy, a pillar of merriment, and an orgy of gaiety.  I[...]

This is the conclusion of a two-part article. For the first half, click here. Talk about bad strategy, how about hitting a player at halftime?  That’s what former South Florida hea[...]

As tired as Dana Carvey’s “Grumpy Old Man” character eventually became on early ‘90’s Saturday Night Live, it was pretty spot on. “In my day we didn’t have latex condoms.  We took [...]

My modest basketball resume includes dubious claims of glory. For instance, I will often announce – in places such as Sunday School – that, “I’ve played in a Division I[...]

After skimming through the FlipCollective micro-bios and surveying a few of the website’s scribes, I have discovered I’m the only member of the group with kids. I’m also the only o[...]