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People debate ad nauseum about who is the best player in their respective sports. They even rage on about who is the best player of all time, or the “GOAT.” LeBron James vs. Michael Jordan. Sidney Crosby vs. Wayne Gretzky. Lionel Messi vs. Cristiano Ronaldo. Tom Brady vs. Peyton Manning. Barry Bonds vs. Babe Ruth….
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(Disclaimer: Usually, I write these with the knowledge that my Grandma will eventually read them. It’s possible this one isn’t for the weak-at-heart. However, it’s the truth. The precise truth. I love you, Grandma!) There are two options when discussing the greatest sitcoms of all time: Seinfeld or Friends. Both shows are classics but give…
We have all come across those people who love to tell us how they “don’t have a filter.” Our knee-jerk reaction to this proclamation might be to admire their capacity to be honest, but it does not take very long to find out that they aren’t fooling anybody, are they? To say that you do…
Since my permanent move to Tennessee, one unfortunate thing is that I’ve had to ‘hang ‘em up,’ meaning my hockey skates, for the foreseeable future. All of my gear is back home in California, and the closest rink to me is about an hour away. I would make that drive without a problem to play…
The phrase goes that “behind every great man, there’s a great woman.” There seems to be substantial evidence this is the case. It’s not often you see someone generally revered as a ‘great man’ with a slore by his side, even if she was one at a previous time. Circumstances change, and I’m not about…
In the first episode of “What’s Your Story, Bro?,” we get into the genesis (no pun) of the show, recap the “shitty year” of 2020 so far, and then dive into the story.. bro. The earliest memories from childhood, dealing with the absolutism of religion, discovering the love of hockey and the possible use of…
I am 140 days sober today. How Sway!? About 150 days ago, I was in a La Quinta Hotel (I believe room 128 to be exact) in Boise, ID with an ungodly BAC, cutting promos as if I was Ric Flair talking about, “Wooooo! I’m not dead yet, Daddy!” My Mother called the Hotel to have the front…
