Swing

May 13th, 2009

You might not know it by looking at me, but I’m a pretty good dancer. No joke! And I’m not talking about clubbing. Or Grinding. Or break dancing. Or whatever it is you crazy kids do these days. Me? I’m a master of swing. I’ve done it my whole life. That is, I did until a bad experience at a club in Dayton, Ohio during my third sophomore year of college. It shook me to the core and, rest assured, I’ll revisit that experience with you in a minute.

But, before I tell you about any of that, I’d better tell you about Swing.

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This One Belongs to the Reds

May 12th, 2009

The funny thing about tennis, my Grandpa used to tell me, is that no matter how hard you work, no matter how good you get, you’ll never be as good as a wall.

My Grandpa didn’t like most sports. Football players, he said, are nothing but drunks in training. Golf is what rich people do when they don’t want anyone to call them lazy. And soccer? Well, I’m a civilized person so I’ll refrain from sharing his thoughts on that. Read more…