Bill Walton was the best spokesman our conference ever had. Rest in peace, big man.
I was an unapologetic amateur when it came to talking into a microphone, and I wound up learning something that I'm just now beginning to put into my writing.
No one expects to celebrate as much as a Yankee fan expects to celebrate, and I almost envy that. Almost.
Happy Thunder Elimination Day for all those who celebrate, which I do. Every. Single. Year. See you suckers.
George Karl's beef with Nick Wright reminded me of the time a TV reporter was involved in a toy-store scuffle during the Sonics-Bulls series in '96. Seriously. That happened.
I'm just not sure how I feel about the size of endorsement deals being a news peg when it comes to college players like Great Osobor.
Turns out that I learned my way out of throwing an absolute fit about Seattle's continued struggles at the plate. Let me explain.
The marriage proposal went as planned, and my then-girlfriend said she couldn't imagine her life without me. Less than 24 hours later she said she had to think about it.
I was honestly kind of worried that all this work I've done becoming a better person might prevent me from rooting against the Thunder with the appropriate level of passion and determination.
I would have sworn that it was impossible to screw up a baseball uniform. Then, Nike asked me to hold its beer.
Seattle beat Atlanta on Monday night in a manner that Pete Carroll would have absolutely loved.
Used to be Seattle that left the league scratching its collective head in the first round. This year it was Atlanta and its selection of Washington QB Michael Penix.
