By the time you read this, I’ll already be on my way — or already have been — to the Georgia Dome to watch the semifinals of the CONCACAF Gold Cup. The first game pits the United States against Jamaica;…
I’m not going to lie: I actually like the Home Run Derby. The NBA Dunk Contest can go up in flames for all I care, but if the Home Run Derby ever ceases to exist, Major League Baseball will get…
My girlfriend recently asked me why I’d consider myself a Red Sox fan. First and foremost, I’m a Phillies fan. Let’s get that out of the way. Most of my top baseball memories occurred while watching the Phillies either at…
Elation to buried under mounds of self-induced pressure. That’s how my Saturday night went on desk at the Banner-Herald. Why? Well, I’m glad you asked. Around 6:40 p.m., I walked from our downtown office to Mellow Mushroom on my way…
I never expected to be a Division I athlete. Heck, as a high school freshman I was 5-foot-1, 105 pounds. If that. During freshman orientation at Mount Pleasant High School (Go Green Knights), they had tables set up in the…
Work in an industry long enough, you begin to develop “Spidey Senses.” This goes for any line of work, but journalism is one of those where those senses are honed and trained, because something can change in less than a…
Throughout the work day yesterday, a co-worker and I had the Masters Golf Tournament on in the background as we pieced together another solid Sunday paper. The TV served as white noise for the simple matter that neither of us…