I quit.
For a pretty good while last Thursday night, those two words were the only words on the computer screen in front of me.
A friend of mine texted me a link to an article recently, and I was mad less than two seconds after I read the headline.
The countdown has begun.
You know you're getting old when one of the great baseball players of your childhood who was nicknamed "The Kid" goes into the Baseball Hall of Fame, and another you have long thought deserved a plaque at Cooperstown despite his affiliation with the Mets also gets his honor.
I went back in time last weekend.
Here we sit, on the verge of another all-star baseball and softball experience.
I suppose if someone tried hard enough they could come up with a list of things in life which are better than fishing, but I don’t imagine it would be too terribly long.
It is that time again. No, believe it or not, this is not the obligatory graduation column nearly every journalist feels compelled to write at least once in his or her career.
Sometimes, usually when I don't know what to write about for a column and I have to write one, I surf the Internet.
After a small band of carolers began to sing “Silent Night,” the first words of the song rose upward to Gabriel’s ears.
The University of Alabama saw one of its football players win the Heisman Memorial Trophy for just the second time last Saturday.
Most people in this state have spent the last year since Alabama’s 55-44 victory in an oddly defenseless 2014 Iron Bowl looking forward to the next one.
Right now, the chances are pretty good I am eagerly awaiting a turkey coma.
It’s usually around this time in the year that family traditions really become important, at least for me.
College football is back, and week one was glorious.
Football returned Sunday night with the annual Hall of Fame Game in Canton, Ohio, and it couldn't have been played soon enough.
Another class has been enshrined into the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum. This one still does not include Pete Rose, but it does include four new members with with which I am familiar.
Last Thursday, while I was searching for an idea for this column, Atlanta Braves right fielder Nick Markakis’ streak of consecutive games without an outfield error ended.
Horse racing recently got a breath of fresh air when American Pharoah, the bay colt who put an end to the Triple Crown drought when he won the Belmont Stakes.
To the graduating student-athlete,
In the next few days, you will most likely hear certain phrases everybody throws around at this time every year if you haven’t heard them already.
The last week was not exactly a great one for a lot of people in the sports world.
It is springtime once again, and springtime means sports.
It was, in my opinion, an exceptional year for the Heisman Trophy.
For those of you who may not know, there is a cardinal rule among sportswriters.
It is more like a commandment, if you will.
Thou shalt not cheer in the press box.
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