Instead of being honked off that Michael Imperioli makes for one dismal Met and that Sports Illustrated reports a project centered on “the beer-swilling, cocaine-snorting 1986 Mets” is being passed on en masse in Hollywood (and honestly, would you trust anyone to make that picture?), I'm here to let you know that there's a wonderful [...]

Quick clothing-related update: Our stash of shirts from Print Mojo is going fast, but we've ordered a whole bunch more in all sizes. They should be available in around two weeks — we'll post when the new batch is up. In the meantime, this is our first time working with this vendor, so if you [...]

It's late January 1981 and for some reason, “Same Old Lang Syne” by Dan Fogelberg is played heavily on the radio. Shouldn't a song with that title have been out a month earlier? Regardless, it's one of the most evocative songs I will ever know. He steals behind her in the frozen foods; she went [...]

Four good things to come out in the wake of the Mitchell Report:

1) I noticed a TV in a store window this morning beaming a flickering image of Roger Clemens. If this were the movies, a crowd of hard-bitten men in fedoras would have been gathered around, grinding out their cigars in disgust. You know [...]

I rolled over this morning and snuggled with Baseball as I usually do. “Oh, you are the best!” I cooed. “The things you do for me.” Yet Baseball seemed a little distant.

“What's the matter honey?” I asked. “You were GREAT! You're always GREAT!”

“Uh, yeah, about that…”

“What? What about that? What about that pinch-hit you gave [...]

A year after we sold out of the first batch, we've finally got our act together and are proud to make available a second batch of the famous Faith and Fear “numbers” t-shirts, seen over the last 12 months in photos of readers taken from Verona, N.J., to Venice.

Only difference between these new shirts and [...]

I've written in depth about performance-enhancing drugs twice on this blog.

The first time was when the San Francisco Chronicle established, to the satisfaction of all but the most-determined fantasists, that Barry Bonds had taken steroids (and insulin and HGH and Clomid and, for good measure, crap that makes cattle more muscular). I called Bonds's story [...]