High school football is not made for television.
If you haven’t taken a look at this year’s football section yet, stop reading this column and go do so. You will be glad you did, I promise.
Are you guys okay?
That’s the text I got from my mom Sunday night. I don’t know if your mom has ever texted you something similar, but it’s kind of unsettling.
I might be getting in better shape, but my body ain’t what it used to be.
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?