The Fun, The Cool Still Possible Though Not The NCAA’s “Target”

Face it, the NCAA is a buzz kill. It’s genetically predisposed to buzz killing and to instituting the arbitrary rule that confuses and irritates and generally makes dealing with them a pain in the ass. Exhibit A is the so-called rule against “targeting”. Let’s first establish that no one targets, that is, no college player, in a premeditated fashion, says to himself, On this play I’m going to launch my body as a missile and use the crown of my helmet, intentionally aiming it, at the helmet of my opponent while in the act of making or attempting a tackle. It doesn’t happen. “Targeting” therefore is a silly and inaccurate term and concept. What does happen is that, while hurtling themselves at one another with

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“Trojan Family” Gathering Is Bush League

There are seven place settings, but only six people ever sit around this table any more. Someone was uninvited to these gatherings years ago and was never invited back. People make mistakes, they fall out with their friends or their boss, they become estranged, they wear out their welcome, but families are supposed to be different. To hear some people tell it, this black balled

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Which Dog’s Witch

Lessons From The Good Books

This is an excerpt from my recent book, Lessons From The Good Books, What a Reading Addiction Taught Me About America, Music & Sports ©2016. The “Lessons” are set off in bold type.

“Now I must tell you the worst, Tubby was shot and killed on August 31st, he behaved like a true Marine at all times. We buried him in the Marine cemetery along with other real heroes. He has a cross and his name and rank, he was a corporal.”
Tubby was part of the War Dog Program and was killed in action in 1942.

All dogs go to heaven. I have one, her name is Angie. Her coat is black and her nationality is Labrador. She’s a decorated, 2-time graduate of doggie boot camp. She can recite the Gettysburg Address and can name all the U.S. presidents in order (because I memorized both, out loud, during our walks). “I cannot stay in my chamber for a single day without acquiring some rust,” Henry David Thoreau. read more