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You can find, on Youtube, a video or two involving a hockey player, a sharp skate, and an appalling amount of blood spilled rapidly onto the ice. That man was dying; his remaining years were literally flowing out of him. Fast and smart medical sorts saved him, but the fact remains: a mortal [...]

Football (the real version, not the misnamed American version) and I have a long (albeit sporadic), bitter history similar to the protracted struggle between orange juice and coffee for breakfast beverage supremacy. (You can guess what I prefer.) From the preschool days of getting scored on by disoriented teammates to the hilariously unskilled [...]

As recently as three years ago, Jacobs Field was no more densely populated in the summer than in the winter. The thrill of the new stadium had waned, as had the success of Albert Belle and the corky crews of the mid-90s. So the renewed fervor - especially when coupled with the correlated [...]

First, I don’t know who lubed up the footballs, but I give him/her a standing offer for a personal homebrew.
I had a pretty slow day, so I didn’t workout until late. Running home a little after 7 (yes, I missed kickoff, but as soon as I walked in, Err McNair coughed it up), I [...]

When I went to Allyn’s last week, two cats were loitering around the patio entrance. I’m not talking jive here, meow; I mean real, furry, nimbly-bimbly cats. They weren’t strays; both had collars. They were quite amiable and I named them Beefeater (who never flinched from his post) and Woman (who [...]