The day after a favorite sports team’s season ends brings with it a special kind of mostly meaningless sadness. I say mostly meaningless because, unless you’re a gambler, the outcome of a game rarely has lasting implications for fans. That doesn’t make the heaviness-of-heart any less real. Yesterday, in a day Veronica and I have […]Read more "Basketball Enemies, Parenting Teammates"
I spend a lot of my free time watching sports. I mean, like, a lot. Good thing for me, I married well. Veronica and I met in a sports bar during the NCAA Tournament. The fact that she loves sports as much as I do has saved me approximately 6,857 arguments since we met. Our […]Read more "Sports Go Better With Family"
Like a lot of kids, Ryan has some wonderfully creative language all his own. We don’t hear much of it anymore, but I cherish the few instances it pops up, a reminder that childhood isn’t quite done. Among my favorite original phrases is a recent addition. Any fancy goal in hockey, one that involves slick […]Read more "Swoopdie-Swoopdie Goals"