The Life in My Years

An anthology of life

My good friend Marc David is a journalist, author, avid runner (he has an outlandish, blows my mind, years long streak of consecutive running days without a day off), cross-country coach, teacher’s aid and traveler.  When he learned that The New York Times killed its venerable sports section and shipped the body parts to its …

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A chapter in an occasional series of posts documenting an autumn 2021 road trip through the Midwest. A continuation of the post, Highway 52 – Southbound To ‘Heaven’ “The people who come here will be drawn…” He stops, searching for words. “Have you ever been walking down the street and stopped in mid-stride and turned …

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I love sports. But I don’t often write about sports. Maybe that’s because I don’t think my usual core of readers would be interested (That, even though I’ve told my friend Eden that I don’t really care what the fuck they like. I’ll write what I want and take what comes – or doesn’t come). …

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In the end, this is a positive story. This is a story about moments. This is a basketball story but it’s about much more than basketball – or sports. And yes in the end, this is a positive story. It has to be. I’ll admit it. I’m that guy. I’m the one who gets all …

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This week’s Lens-Artists Challenge posed to us by Ann-Christine is ironically appropriate for our current times.  Presenting – CHAOS.  To see Ann-Christine’s take, follow the link. chaos[ key-os ] noun a state of utter confusion or disorder; a total lack of organization or order. any confused, disorderly mass: A walk-off is the chaotic moment in …

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While the shock is mostly over, for some the dust will never settle. For some January 26, 2020 will be with them forever, a lifelong remembering of where they were when they heard the news. 

The biggest affront that comes with cheating isn’t the stolen money or awards, the tainted victories or the undeserved defeats suffered by opponents. The game is always supposed to be bigger than the individual and so the greatest injury that comes with cheating is disrespect of the game.  Cheaters inflict a historic blemish that will never be completely erased.

“You see somebody down on the course and it’s just extremely grounding and scary. That could be you in the next kilometre, the next 500m. It was really scary and intimidating and daunting. I’m just really grateful to have finished standing up.”

It was that spiritual sports time when I could enjoy the ball park sacraments of dog and brew and listen to the players’ chatter accompanied by the stadium music of the pop of the glove and the crack of the bat

To a large segment of the American public today is a dark, if not the darkest, day of the year. Today is the Monday following the Super Bowl marking the end of the football season and about a six month drought until the beginning of exhibition games in midsummer – it’s the sports equivalent of …

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