As everyone’s certainly heard by now, Stuart Scott, most famous as a newscaster on ESPN’s Sportscenter, died on Sunday after a long battle with cancer. Of the many tributes, obituaries, and stories about Scott, my two favorites came from his longtime Sportscenter co-anchor Rich Eisen, (who, in a later interview, reminded everyone that it’s spelled…
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At my old website, we used to run Ghoul Pool contests. It’s an easy way to pander for audience participation, and I didn’t think anything of it until one year I found myself editing the entries. Suddenly and unexpectedly I got really bummed out as I culled through people’s submissions and I thought about how…
Read MoreThis article is dedicated to anyone who has ever lost someone close to them. For me, this article is dedicated to Marty Walker: close family friend and someone I looked up to as a kid. Today I commemorate my friend Marty Walker. He was a father, grandfather, friend, veteran, and so much more. Some of…
Read MoreLast Saturday night 90.5 KCSU fm, my old college radio station, hosted an alumni party in honor of its 50th Anniversary. I’m pretty sure my era of KCSU turned out the most people, and you can see a bunch of us in the photo below. That’s what former college radio DJs look like in their…
Read MoreOne year ago almost to the day, I wrote an article called CHEATERS! that eviscerated baseball writers for failing to elect anyone to the Hall of Fame. I think that article, if you choose not to click that little link, is best summarized with this paragraph: “To all the sportswriters clutching their pearls with one…
Read MoreOn August 2, 2012, our trivia team name was “No Use for an Untimely Death.” The day before, Tony Sly, lead singer of punk band No Use for a Name had died in his sleep. On October 29, 2013, Fat Wreck Cords released The Songs of Tony Sly: A Tribute. The next day I downloaded…
Read MoreSeptember 25, 2004 – After a good party at New Brentwood, filled with old friends and new friends, I am sitting outside disappointed, smoking a cigarette. It’s late, after midnight certainly, but not college late. The girl I spent all night talking to and hitting on, I could not convince to stay. She instead departed…
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