Ode to a Bad “Coach”
Once upon a midday swelter, as I sat there, helter-skelter, Benches blazing from the afternoon sun and more While I sat there, mad and fuming, there the "coach" stand barely moving. "Coach" I use in a very loose manner, as...
Once upon a midday swelter, as I sat there, helter-skelter, Benches blazing from the afternoon sun and more While I sat there, mad and fuming, there the "coach" stand barely moving. "Coach" I use in a very loose manner, as...
I’m a sports junkie. I’ve been known to ingest football at unhealthy levels, to the point where the number of hours watched in a single sitting exceed the number of hours of daylight in an early Fall day. I’ve also...
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After hearing about the recent ejection and 8-game suspension of Tampa Bay Rays pitcher Joel Peralta for using pine tar to improve his grip, I started confusing myself trying to figure out the backwards logic of most pitchers. And I have...
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