A main course heavy on sports but with tasty sides of other stuff to complement our Coffee this morning: For all intents and purposes, the most overused phrase in sports...
We saw Adele at Caesars Palace on Friday night. A tough ticket to find makes it a very expensive ticket. Fortunately, for the retirement bankroll, we were the guests of...
That three week SMC break seemed like forever, didn’t it? To me it did, anyway. And thank you to everyone who said they missed their Sunday Morning Coffee with their...
Sunday Morning Coffee — January 1, 2023 — Thanks!
This is long overdue, and I’d hate to let another year go by, but I owe everyone reading this a huge thank you. So thank you for letting Sunday Morning...
A very Merry Christmas and happy eighth, and final, day of Chanukah. Falling from the tree this morning is a stocking full of good-for-nothing tidbits, crashing to the ground and...
Baseball chatter, on the field and out of the dugout, has been a staple of the game for over a century. Back in the day, it was innovative if not...
If it’s truly time to grow up, give me another week. I’m not sure when I started playing organized baseball but 1962, as a 10-year-old member of the Dial-A-Car Comets...
Today’s the last day of Thanksgiving leftovers, so in that spirit let’s scramble with our own scraps: Now that another election cycle is over, have you ever wondered why Election...
Sunday Morning Coffee — November 20, 2022 — The Campaign of the Century Gave Us Four Days in November
So, this is the Sunday where traditionally the SMC is about Tuesday. This year Tuesday is November 22. In 1963, November 22 was a Friday. It was probably the most...
Ramblin, scramblin’ and changin’ our clocks: From the seventh of April when they beat the Angels 3-1, until the fifth of November when they beat the Phillies 4-1, the Houston...
He couldn’t sleep. It was understandable. He tried to get comfortable at ten o’clock, which quickly became eleven. The twenty-nine year old visitor from Pittsburgh faced the biggest day of...
Everybody remembers their first. Especially if you were a red blooded, apple pie eating, Yoo-hoo drinking American male growing up in the 60s. I remember mine. I admit I was...