As area football players gear up for the first week of full-contact practice, I can’t help but be overcome with nostalgia.
I wouldn’t make it in the military.
It happens every year. The sudden need and desperate desire to blow something up.
It usually doesn’t hit me until the sun begins to set on July 4. This year, I nearly ran out of time.
The entire world is enjoying the spectacle that is the World Cup and the United States remains stuck in the same old, tired discussion.
Will soccer ever “catch on” in America?
I think I speak for the entire country when I say, “What was that?’
Oh soccer, why did I ever abandon thee?
I have a sports-watching dilemma, as most of you may know.
Around this time each year, football fans get a shot in the arm.
It was after business hours on Trade Street last Wednesday. Most people were on their way home.
Who’s ready for a Pacers/Spurs NBA finals?
Did I just bore you to death in one sentence? I thought so.