Read It Because I Wrote It…
https://www.youtube.com/embed/KnZ8h3MRuYg?start=16 A few minutes before we arrived at any contest of sport, Courtney and Cydney knew what to expect. With my Jeep’s stereo on full blast, they were conditioned to charge up as soon as the guitar riff looped, and mumble “Don’t you open up the window,” well-aware all four were about to be rolled... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/embed/3WHm6tfvKlk “No matter how tall you get, you’ll always be looking up to me,” I replied in a tone mixed with love and sarcasm. I can admit I am not ready for my nephew to be taller than me; but the emotions are more or less tied to the acceptance of time and not his... Continue Reading →
At the end of an undefeated season, my nephew’s baseball coach of three years, Coach Frank, pulled me aside last June. He expressed his concerns that Courtney hadn’t progressed much over the past year. My boy was making good contact; but he wasn’t shifting his bat when he swung and the ball would drop in... Continue Reading →
I received a Facebook request on Wednesday that piqued my interest. We didn't have any friends in common. I clicked on the profile to see who this person was and why they might be interested. They were a producer at daytime talk show, The Real. The Fox show produced a segment based around an... Continue Reading →
Little league baseball is a rite of passage for boys. In America, one would be hard-pressed to find a man who has not spent a spring on the diamond. Even though I played basketball year-round as a child, spent my high school years on the football team, and follow the NBA and NFL intently;... Continue Reading →
Father's Day is like a second birthday that you share with a lot of people. You get phone calls, texts, emails, messages on social media, etc from some of everyone who are acknowledging what you feel is your greatest accomplishment Men feel validated by their work and there are very few things that lift... Continue Reading →
Having conversations with my father are like dialog with an older version of myself; but we both have a mutually vested interest in making the younger version better than the older. As a child, I didn't get my dad. Matriculating into and through adulthood, he began to make more and more sense. At thirty... Continue Reading →
When I was growing up, you couldn't tell me that my baseball teams and I weren't doing something major on the diamond. We were out there hustling, fielding ground balls, and knocking that ball out the park like the Yankees. It was fun and all, but it was serious business while our parents cheered us... Continue Reading →
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