If You Read Only One Blog This Year

I have spent the past fifty-plus hours in an Olympicoma, defined by Bone-a-pedia as "an extended state of lethargy induced by four cha...

There are several "Christmases" throughout the year enjoyed by the avid college football fan.  Dates, games, and events we all lo...

I was all ready to share at considerable length the story of one man's struggle to survive sports purgatory for yet another year. You m...

Do you know what it's like to have no control over a relationship? You're anxious and sick to your stomach all the time. And even ...

It has been eight months since I stumbled out of the Superdome and onto those enticing streets of New Orleans in my Julio Jones jersey--naiv...

You know that girl you keep breaking up with? At first, you start to miss her and do anything to get her back. So she takes you back, once...

I believe it was William Shakespeare who wrote: "Some men are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon t...

The Super Bowl is over. (How's that for a snazzy opening line to catch your attention, pique your interest, and leave you salivating fo...

I've never had much of a problem going along with the crowd. When I was four and some neighborhood kids were taking turns throwing bric...

It's time for another installment of Sunday Show & Tell. OK, there's not really a Sunday Show & Tell as far as I know, but ...

Nothing signals the impending summertime quite like the beginning of baseball season. Shh, listen... Can you hear the crack of the bat? O...

I hope you all had a good Easter. Apparently, the word is out that I like Peeps, as I received no fewer than four packs of marshmallow chic...

This makes me very happy. October 2nd!!! Well, I finally did it. After a seven year hiatus, I have resumed my golfing career . Sunday af...

28 days until the first Alabama football game! I suppose I have reached the point in my life where I have begun to ask myself certain questi...

I consider myself to be somewhat athletic. I try and go running at least two or three times a week, I've played on several slow-pitch s...

Sniff Sniff Can you smell it? Freshly cut grass, dirt, resin, hot dogs, peanuts... That's the smell of summer, my friends. Although ho...

*yawn* I feel like I've spent the past four days in an NCAA Tournament-induced state of semi-consciousness. Oh, right, that's beca...