I can hear the public address announcer now up in heaven for tonight’s big game between the Jerusalem Giants and the Bethlehem Braves.
After the teams have been introduced, the announcer (probably Bob Shepherd, the late great PA voice for the New York Yankees) will boom out “and tonight’s officials for our championship game are Al Lindahl, Orv Reed, Jerry Leitz, Dave Habegger, and a new addition to their crew, Bob Boyle.”
By DYLAN MALONE
It was only a matter of time.
Money talks in this world and sometimes it is never more obvious than in the sports world. Sad but true.
It is money that makes baseball games last three hours at least thanks to an over-abundance of commercials. Money that has finally expanded the college bowl situation as well as the continuing growth of March Madness for college basketball. Money also is the reason the NFL nearly had to blackout a few Wildcard games.
The Stalker Within – By JANNAYA ANDREWS
With Christmas and New Year’s now in the books, thoughts often turn to ways we may better ourselves, perhaps even make a genuine contribution to help others ... a way, oftentimes, to chase away that pesky feeling of unworthiness, usually created and maintained solely within the confines of our own mind.
Our inner stalker, if you will.
Butts and carrots – By J SWYGART
As I write this, it is 2013. As you read it, it’s 2014.
A distinction without much of a difference, perhaps. Then again, maybe so.
Before sitting down to write today’s entry I went through my usual routine, which includes heading to the alley behind the Democrat (or under the awning in front, depending on which way the wind is blowing and other key weather considerations) to have that ever-present cigarette.
By DYLAN MALONE
It was an amazing holiday.
I had the rare chance to take a few days away from the sports world to just enjoy family and friends for a bit. The Christmas season was everything it should be this year including giving gifts to the family and just enjoying the time spent with those loved ones.
Hopefully it was as joyous for the rest of you. Now we're back in the saddle and winter sports part two is about to kick off in 2014.
Fresh off of my overtime (new baseball league) election loss Monday night, I was commiserating with my best bud back in Alamo town, explaining to him that winning actual elections where I had an opponent was a happening that ... well, never happened.
"But we always had those elections back in elementary school when we elected a president of the class every semester," he reminded me. "Surely you won one of those."