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Roy Berger
When the baseball gods speak, you listen. They ARE the higher authority. Even higher than Mike Labanowski. Labs, because everyone in baseball must have a nickname, is my friend because of baseball. We first met in 2014 as teammates at Yankees fantasy week and the off-the-field relationship grew. He’s Polish. I don’t pretend to be....
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We took a few weeks relocation hiatus so apologies if your Sunday Morning Coffee got cold. I’d be remiss if I didn’t thank everyone that called and wrote that they missed us. Thanks to both of you. It’s only fitting as a new Nevada resident we get back into gear on Nevada Day weekend. I...
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It was late Monday afternoon and we were making better time than I would have guessed. The tedium of the west Texas panhandle turned into the magnificent rock formations and colors of New Mexico. The posh Best Western was awaiting us sixty miles across I-40 in Santa Rosa, right smack on Route 66 where Tod Stiles and...
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Sweet Home Alabama, by the time the morning coffee pot runs dry, it’ll be sweet home no more. Birmingham, Alabama, where the United Van Lines truck pulls up and Ibis and Deuce confirm their suspicion that something was awry with all this talk about moving to the desert and how much they’ll love it. Sweet...
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Steve Tandet and Adam Cohen, two of the three readers of this blog, told me their favorite Sunday Morning Coffee’s are when I jump on my high-horse and ramble. So, saluting today’s Speakers’ Corner in London’s Hyde Park, here we go…….. Andi and I are two weeks away from our retirement move to the desert...
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September began and finally, after a long eight month drought, life has returned to normal. Alabama won last night. The lingering question was finally answered. We found out it’s Tua, not Jalen. Nobody was surprised. Only in this football mad state can a quarterback with a 26-2 won-loss record turn into a sympathetic character. Auburn...
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There’s only six long, hot, boring days left until Christmas in Alabama and while biding our time we’ve been thinkin’ about some things…. … Seven words I never want to say: “ Michael, keep this between you and me.” … Ashamed. That’s pretty much how I felt after seeing ‘BlacKkKlansman’ last week. Ashamed how insultated...
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  August 15 and August 16. Three and four days ago. Take the same two dates and span them over fifty-three years. They are the days the music not only started, but subsequently, the days the music stopped. However for the New York Mets, perennial losers, those calendar days represent perfection. August 15, 1965. It...
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Thurman Munson died thirty-nine years ago Thurday.  It was August 2, 1979. Some from the younger set will ask ‘who was Thurman Munson?’  Others might recall the name.  But if you are a baseball-loving boomer you either loved him or loathed him.  Few were indifferent. Of course, Thurman Munson was a catcher for the New...
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The trip started 16,085 days ago. June 17, 1974 to be exact. It ended Friday afternoon. The goal was to become a hockey writer. Ultimately, the best damn hockey writer ever to cover the sport. I knew I would make it big. After all, I had just graduated The U with a degree in journalism...
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