A Middle-Aged Drug Dealer
who nicknamed himself Dribble who used to be a high-school basketball star wanted paid in baseball cards, not money but my friend Shawn loved baseball at least as much as getting stoned especially...
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Phil DeMartano and his son, Mark, scraped ice off the windshield as the truck warmed. The shrillness invaded the quiet neighborhood. Phil never got used to the profound loneliness of 4:30 in the...
View ArticleRooting for Better Laundry: A Rationale for Sports Fandom
I like LaMarcus Aldridge. I like his stoic and resolute approach to basketball, the way he’s shouldered the burden of leadership in a steadfast and dignified manner, sharing the Portland Trail Blazers’...
View ArticleAn Original Off-The-Field Encounter
For more than 40 years, the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette’s “Help Wanted” section had an advertisement that directed prospective employees to apply at 3901 Forbes Ave. That’s The Original Hot Dog Shop’s...
View ArticleIn Football Season, I Learn to Appreciate What I Have
Glenda, a widow for three years, says she misses football sounds rolling through the house each weekend, though she had fussed when her husband wouldn’t turn it off. My new guy watches now. I’m getting...
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Greeting Cards for Cowboys Fans
None of the Father’s Day cards were right this year. They weren’t right last year, either, or the year before that. There are never any cards for dads in-between, the “Hey you could have beat me but...
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Dispatches from the Factory of Sadness
If the Cavs Win the NBA Title The cool kids will say fuck Brooklyn you know where it’s at? Cleveland. The potholes will fill themselves. Clam chowder, cheesecake, pizza, and hot dogs will all be served...
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