I have to admit: I felt a wee bit patriotic on July 4.
Typically, it is not an easy thing to define one’s legacy, especially in this day and age. (I’ve tried with my own, but nothing printable for a family audience can be written in this space.
When I have the time (read: about every waking hour of the day) I usually contemplate many of life’s seemingly unanswerable questions.
It takes place once every two years, around the time it usually takes for me to get a pay stub — emphasis on stub — for writing one of these articles: the Olympics.
Wait, so Devils were playing in Los Angeles and it wasn’t a home game? (I really could have used a response from a sidekick like Ed McMahon for that one.) It’s almost official. The L.A.
Sports marketing has come a long way since the days of Abe Stark’s curtly-worded “Hit Sign, Win Suit” in right centerfield at Ebbets Field.
It’s a word that has long and deeply-rooted negative connotations in sports and society writ large. To even mention the word during the Middle Ages was grounds for a jousting duel.
Just in case you have just arisen from a quarter-century nap, don’t be so alarmed by all the changes: Jamie Moyer is still pitching.