Ahh, the NBA Draft, where teams go from poor to posh. Every year during the NBA playoffs, teams wait for ping pong balls to determine their future dominance or futility, or do they? We're led to believe the first (or second or third) pick will save the franchise and be one step closer to... Continue Reading →
Rory versus Tiger? Um… No.
Halfway through the U.S. Open, I started hearing rumblings and I don’t like hearing rumblings. So I’ll start and stop the conversation right now. Rory McIlroy is not Tiger Woods. What it really means is McIlroy doesn’t have a legitimate chance to surpass Woods’ accomplishments. In modern sports, when we expect someone to be the... Continue Reading →
Happy (belated) Birthday, Tupac!
Some people had John Lennon. Some had Kurt Cobain. I had Tupac Shakur. I loved "Brenda's Got a Baby," "Keep Ya Head Up" and "I Get Around," but it wasn't until he was in prison and released Me Against the World that I became a die-hard fan. Heck, I replicated a Vibe cover... Continue Reading →
The Greatest Fighter of My Adolescence
He throws his chin out and opens his arms. He pauses. His opponent mimics. He does it again but unleashes a jumping left hook, catching his opponent off guard and off balance, stumbling back on his heels. He follows with a couple more punches until the only thing keeping his opponent from being on his... Continue Reading →
Mister Saechao 