Carlos Boozer.
Quick, what comes to your mind when you read that name?
Off the top of my head, I’d tell you that he’s a power forward for the Utah Jazz who averaged an incredible 24 points and 12 rebounds a game in the playoffs last year. That he’s an injury prone bum […]
The scenario: Cleveland Indians vs. NY Yankees, game 4. Yankees are down 2-1, must win this game to stay in the playoffs. Watching the game in my living room.
Inning 1:
What the hell! The first Indian batter hits a home run. Yankees are in a hole from the very start. More hits, another run scores. Pull […]
The Question: How has a mild-mannered boy like me, never prone to guns or fishing or traditional masculine sport in general, wound up each summer on the hunt for crabs near the San Juan Islands on the Washington coast? That’s what I love to do come mid-August, and have done half a dozen times since […]
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a thing for baseball. I grew up in Cooperstown, also known as “The Home of Baseball.” However disputed the origins of the game actually are, enough people in a position to judge were sufficiently convinced of a very sketchy story to credit the town […]
or to the challenge of arrival
or to the challenge of our rivals.
Whatever.
Bryan at 2:20 am: “2006 is my bitch, yall!!”
Happy New Year from Rocky Balboa and the Garden State Chorale, Inc.
And from all your best friends at The Great Whatsit.