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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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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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. 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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Do you remember when the Super Bowl mattered? No, not you twenty, thirty and forty-year olds. I’m talking to my boomer class, the ones like me who will struggle, especially in the eastern and central time zones, to stay awake long enough to see the confetti fall. No matter the score, it will be 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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