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I’ve spent the past four days in Tucson, Arizona. It has been rainy and cold. (Seriously. I know.) But while the locals have been bundled up and shivering… I’ve felt right at home. Unfortunately. … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: December 2019
I’m now in the habit of saying “Happy Holidays,” and not just Merry Christmas. It’s not that I’m trying to be politically correct. I really do like New Year’s more than Christmas, and there are just so many other holidays … Continue reading
Dear Santa, I’m good. Seriously. No, I mean like, I’ve already got everything I need. Thanks. Merry Christmas! … Continue reading
I take it back… the Redskins are the worst team in the NFC East, going into overtime to prove such yesterday afternoon. On the plus side (get it?), they lost only six points in the plus/minus saga unfolding between them and … Continue reading
A close 51 on my list of 50 things to do before Christmas (see Dec. 2) would be “those green and brown cookies from the huge Costco trays of deliciousness.” I’ve never actually bought one of those trays… just been … Continue reading
Remember Wheat Thins? You remember Wheat Thins. The early ’90s “healthy” snack back before healthy snacking was a thing. They’re still around, and I picked up a package the other day for the first time in probably 25 years. They … Continue reading
Redskins fans ask: How do you turn a 10-point in-division loss at home into a win? The Bengals got trounced by 21. That’s plus 11 for you keeping score at home. Or in math class. … Continue reading
The one thing you hate in life is being lied to. Well, the Lerners didn’t lie to us. They said they couldn’t keep Strasburg and Rendon. And they didn’t. … Continue reading
‘Tis the season… for being disappointed when your snow day plans flake out on you. … Continue reading
Nothing like the Christmas season to let one relive his childhood. And as added bonuses this year we’ve got intrigue in Eastern Europe, Full House (a version of it) on the air, and the Celtics and Lakers as two of … Continue reading