It was legit. But if I woke up in the morning with the win Floyd Mayweather, Jr., pulled off tonight, my friends would laugh at me, my mother would be ashamed, and my father would turn over in his grave. You don't do that. You just don't. I'm not sure if it was a move... Continue Reading →
Ramblings (and a mail bag)
I hope Kevin Durant doesn’t have a career-defining injury. He’s the first player since Penny Hardaway whom I hope succeeds. But, really, 66 at Rucker Park. Building the legend one court at a time. Please come back, Randy Moss. Just one more season. I don’t even care if he goes nuts and doesn’t finish. I... 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 