“It’s time to be a MAN.” — Johan
A long time ago I lived in a group house outside Washington, D.C., and the male housemates had a running joke. The premise was that the world’s men had formed a union, and our president was Steve Young, then the never-say-die quarterback of the San Francisco 49’ers. If [...]
Won’t you spare me over ’til another year?
O, Mets. That’s all I keep saying to myself this week. O, Mets. I won’t know what it means ’til after Sunday’s game. Maybe later.
Maybe much later.
It is not out of the question that Johan Santana’s mastery of the Marlins goes down as every bit [...]