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Your March Madness officially begins tonight. Selection Sunday means filling out your brackets during office hours on Monday. A week from today most of them will be wonton soup. However for me, my March Madness ended last Thursday night. All I had left was March mud. A frenzy of watching four conference tournament games in less...
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Sadly, for all six of you Sunday Morning Coffee readers, this will be the last one for a couple of months. I’d like to tell you we are taking a winter hiatus and going fishing but the only place you’ll find a Jew fishing is at the seafood counter inside Publix. What we’re really doing is taking...
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As a kid, New Year’s Day on Long Island always seemed cold. Temps were probably in the 30’s and 40’s until about 4:45 in the afternoon when suddenly it turned sunny and 72. Lunch—tuna on white with a touch of vinegar—would be a prelude to the Cotton and Sugar Bowls, two games we had to get out...
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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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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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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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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....
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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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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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