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What in the name of Mikhail Baryshnikov is going on? Today is my birthday. Somehow I just became 66. The Social Security Administration told me by letter yesterday, in a very rare exhibit of bureaucratic efficiency, that effective today I qualify for ‘full’ retirement benefits. But if I wait four more years, the ‘full’ benefit...
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The normally tasty pecan crusted chicken salad wasn’t as good on Wednesday. “Bruno Sammartino died today,” I said to Andi over lunch. She sensed my disappointment. “I don’t know who that is,” she admitted after thinking she should. Andi’s a girl, so she’s excused. “Bruno Sammartino died today,” I said to Larry Nickles in the...
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For the past twenty or maybe twenty-five years, ever since the kids left and life slowed down, today was my favorite Sunday of the year. Masters Sunday. The futon on the screened-in porch. A slow burning Cohiba or Montecristo that had been stashed away all winter, just for today. A tall, cold glass of Diet...
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Whether you follow college basketball the rest of the year or not, and most people don’t, this month is all-in for the game. It’s the fortnight plus one when people who care less about hoops for forty-nine weeks are suddenly caught up in the hype and become aficionados, fill out brackets, join pools and wager...
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Dad: When Jack Crystal died of a heart attack in 1963 his son was 15. They shared only 700 Sundays in their years together. Billy Crystal was Jack’s kid and his Broadway show by the same name was a huge hit. I’ve seen it three times. The poignancy of the story never gets old. Dad,...
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. He may not be the worst basketball coach in America but Tom Schuberth’s recent record says otherwise. Schuberth’s team went 0-60 last year. His 2018 didn’t get any better losing all twenty of his games before the schedule, mercifully, ended. Coaches get paid to win basketball games. Guys like Kryzewski, Williams, Popovich and Kerr...
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I get knocked down by a cinco de bypass five months earlier, but I got up again. I get knocked down from cataract surgery six days prior, but I got up again. I get knocked down by a sixty mph fastball, but with some help, I slowly and painfully got up again. Thus, in a...
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An hour, maybe two from now, I’ll step into the batter’s box, wish the umpire a good morning, smooth the dirt with my back foot, give the catcher’s right shin guard an OCD love tap with the knob of my bat and then dig in for the most important plate appearance of my life. It’s...
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I’ll beat you to it. I’ll admit it. I’m a damn hypocrite. A week ago in this same Sunday Morning Coffee space I bragged, about as proud as a just being okayed for membership to Mar-a-Lago, that leaving a ballgame was far more important to me than going to one. I got buckets of responses...
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I’m not sure when the virus started and frankly I never paid too much attention to it. I was never warned I’d catch it but it started, gradually, over time. In Hebrew it’s l’dor v’dor — from generation to generation. I never saw it coming, either. What seemed like entirely rational behavior in the 60s,...
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