Sportswriters get no respect, especially from each other. They don’t trust nobody. But they are often a paper’s biggest stars.
My two daughters now live 4 doors apart. Posh would like that.
Marriage is funny. Not a lot of laughs, yet funny still. I miss sharing things with someone.
One friend suggested pairing the carrot cupcakes with a nice inky Zin.
Enough about sex. Had some bad experiences myself – four kids – and a wife who wouldn’t forgive me, because I was never all that limber or generous.
So, I said, “What the puck” and tossed the two 5-cent packages of salmon in my grocery buggy, with the carrots and the beer.
We need football now more than ever, to counteract our psychic arrythmias and other mental malfunctions.
I hate Helvetica type. I hate boneless chicken wings. And most of all, I hate Zoom.
In some cultures, a praying mantis is a sign that angels are watching over you.
At college dropoffs, dads cry worse than moms. Probably because we’re more in touch with our feelings.