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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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Dear Vegas Golden Knights: I write this letter in confidence. Please keep it between us. As a lifelong New York Rangers fan the Stanley Cup has never gotten in my way. Until you came along. Once in my life, once in my sixty-six years, the Cup finals were worth watching. All the way back to...
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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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