What is it about being young? I saw my 9 years of age buddy today. I’ve known him since he was about 4. He loves the Red Sox, Celtics and even the New England Revolution. He plays hockey sometimes, too. He plays shortstop for his baseball team and let me […]
As a kid, I always thought I was behind and needed that extra hour to catch up. Jim Jones once told me, “No matter how many shots you take, somewhere there’s a kid out there taking one more. If you dribble a million times a day, someone is dribbling a […]
Editors Note: In an effort to make this post as difficult to read as possible, I’ve added underlining, bold, italics, CAPS LOCK, and footnotes. 1 I have no idea what this will look like in a reader. I had a pretty hard time choosing whether to go with the grape […]
A friend of mine recently posted an old video on his Facebook page. It got me thinking more about commercials/intros that I have never forgotten. These are the ones that have stuck with me the most over the years. They did so many things to try to trick us children […]
There was a curious kid I rode the bus with when I was in seventh grade. There was him and the most beautiful girl in the eighth grade, who, for whatever reason, loved sitting next to me during those long and bumpy morning rides. And then, there was the music […]
I had a bit of a lonely start to college. I wasn’t used to living in the city and I missed my old friends. I really wanted to see a Red Sox game, but I didn’t have anyone to go with. So, I decided to go by myself. There were […]
How they forever altered the game that I love. I have to tell you that the worst thing the skeeball people ever did was to put those hundreds in the corner. This was an egregious thing that they did, and I will tell you why. First of all, it used […]
Have you ever had a dream that made absolutely no sense in hindsight, but you went with it at the time? Did you wake up and think about it some more and eventually realize how improbable and nonsensical the whole thing was? Well, I have had that same experience with […]
I don’t know what you do up here in Northern Indiana. Where I came from, on Friday nights, we used to get in our Dads’ trucks cause they used to build those trucks so that you could run over anything and it wouldn’t hurt them. You know, the old gravel […]
