By

Roy Berger
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...
Read More
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...
Read More
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...
Read More
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...
Read More
  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...
Read More
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...
Read More
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...
Read More
Like almost everything else in life these days, getting on a bicycle used to be easier. Much easier. Nevertheless, last Monday I put my left foot on the left pedal and then somehow raised my right leg over the rupture bar, swung it over the high seat and without making a scene landed my right...
Read More
If politics makes for strange bedfellows, then in our house tennis heroes fall just short of separate bedrooms. While Andi and I are on different ends of the political spectrum, I must admit as the daily buffoonery continues I have moved a little, just a little, over to her side of the Sealy demarcation line....
Read More
The ink wasn’t even dry and I was asked the question. Actually, that’s not true. They don’t use ink anymore. But I still got asked the question. It was the last week of January, 2014 at Pirates old-guy fantasy camp in Bradenton, Florida. The Most Wonderful Week of the Year had been released two weeks earlier. “So,...
Read More
1 2 3 8

Subscribe to Roy's Blog

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.