I don’t live in the FlagPole anymore. The literal term when I lived there was going to the “Well” really meant going there. If you Continue reading Going to the Well
Hot damn. I was driving to school this morning (yes, I have no off days in this gig) and I got a text message from Continue reading Oscar Freire takes Milan – San Remo
Friday night. Pops in town. The Hawklet sleeps, as does her Momma. They all went to bed exhausted after hours of me telling stories of Continue reading How to hook it up.
It’s time to start this thing we call the Spring Classics. In my opinion, everything up until now has been a cock tease, foreplay if Continue reading It’s time.
Our own Randy is out there fighting the good fight. We’ve been chronicling this story as it develops here on DC. – City of Flagstaff Continue reading Score one for the Bicyclists.
I’m not sure, but this photo just might be our own dear Pineapple. Some call him Malibu, but he, of course, prefers Pineapple. With his Continue reading Where art thou, Pineapple?
Tony Kornheiser. I’ve pretty much had nothing good to say about the man since I was forced to endue his inane chatter on Monday Night Continue reading I’m with Lance on this one.
Tuesday night I get the call from bobejin: “dude, what the shit! It’s Tuesday night, why haven’t you posted anything yet? I know you were on Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty (on a Thursday): Better late than never
Who has now defined BAD ASS FEMALE to a degree that few mortals can hope to match? Katie Spotz, 22, successfully rows solo across Atlantic. Continue reading Ironman? Double century? Introducing – Katie Spotz
I’ve said it before (this always predicates me saying “I’ll say it again.”) and I’ll say it again: he is not a mesh hat. he Continue reading Von Yes.
FINALS – OVER! Today! My last out-processing appointment with Sgt. Beer has NOT been canceled or postponed. ORDERS: Go directly at Beer:30 to appointment. I’m Continue reading After all that, a mandatory appointment w/ Sgt. Beer