Long before social media was a thing, before blogging had a name and even before dialup internet was a thing of the past, I had a site on AOL. See, that’s how long ago I’m talking about. AOL was the thing. The first thing I wrote about was a local…

According to Merriam-Webster, the definition of anxiety is “apprehensive uneasiness or nervousness usually over an impending or anticipated ill.” Well, I’ve been anxiously dreading a call for probably 30+ years and that call finally came. The details are murky at best, but that’s how the details have been for the…

If you aren’t current on these three shows, stop reading now, as there are spoilers ahead. Seriously, I mean it. Stop reading. Okay, now that I’m alone, allow me to continue. This past Sunday, my wife and I finished the new HBO series, Mare of Easttown. Having a Sunday night…

The setting: The living room of a typical McMansion. Large, plush leather couches. Large TV mounted to the wall. Expensive yet unimpressive looking interior decorations. A father in his late 60s and son in his early 30s, sit and watch the results come in from the Georgia run-off on…

I wish my daughter had cancer. That sounds just awful, I know. And as awful as it sounds, it’s ten times worse to have that thought bouncing around your head. Then multiply that awfulness by 100, once you put it out in to the world. But I promise, I’m not…

I, for one, am thrilled that the Kansas City Royals are on the verge of signing Matt Harvey. I say this as a lifelong die-hard fan of the New York Mets, living in Kansas City. The 2015 World Series was an amazing experience for me. I loved my Mets, but…

I’ve never liked Nick Cannon. I used to watch his show on MTV, “Wild ‘N Out” because some of the other cast members were pretty funny. I just never thought he was all that talented, as a comedian, an actor or as a rapper. I didn’t actively dislike him, I…

Like most people, who grow up loving sports, I’ve long enjoyed the debates around who belongs in their respective Hall of Fame. And as much fun as those debates are, it’s always driven me just a little bit crazy, that the greatest honor an athlete can receive is purely subjective…

I can’t remember exactly when I started to follow basketball, but I do remember the player that first captured my imagination and became my first favorite basketball player. Growing up on Long Island, it was probably a sin, but that player was Magic Johnson. And so, by default, the Lakers…