I am not a great dancer. I might not even be good. I’m certainly not good like, say, Dennis Norfleet: Norfleet is a slot receiver/third-down back/kick- and punt-returner for Michigan. You put him on a field in front of 100,000 people, and he’s going to dance. It doesn’t matter if Michigan’s winning or losing or […]Read more "And We Danced"
We went. Of course we went. Michigan lost. Of course Michigan lost. We left the house at 3:30 p.m. and returned at 1 a.m. In between we picked up my friends C. (Rutgers grad) and D. (Michigan grad, like me)., drove to Piscataway, parked, attempted to tailgate, rode a bust to the stadium, endured a […]Read more "Postscript: We Went (Because Of Course We Did)"
The following has (almost) nothing to do with autism. But it’s my blog, and I’ve got a few things on my mind, and they touch on some of my favorite things and they involve my son. It’s long. You’ve been warned. If the photo above doesn’t intrigue you, feel free to move along. I won’t […]Read more "Why I Will Go"
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"
My great friend T. competed in the Ironman triathlon world championships in Kona, Hawaii Saturday. He earned his spot in the pinnacle of the sport by finishing with a qualifying time in another Ironman race (2.1-mile swim, 126-mile bike, and a full marathon) last year. It’s a feat of endurance, athleticism, strength and courage that […]Read more "Iron Man"