Sports are all about determining “the best.”
The Greatest is gone, and with him the last great era in boxing history.
The sun wasn’t up when we loaded into Jody’s Cordoba. My motorcycle was hitched to the back bumper, riding on a fifty dollar trailer made from angle iron and the rear axle […]
Summer ended and I returned to SCAD. Jody postponed her New York move for a few months and came with me. So did Jarod, my old cycling buddy and roommate, and his […]
“Stay after him, Jim, you got home in the ropes” was a great punchline, but it was no accident: My grandfather and I shared a fondness for boxing. During one of his […]
It’s time to leave South Carolina: past time, probably. For the last two years you’ve been reading true tales of liquor, lust, and primer-gray Camaros. You are a patient lot. I can’t […]
So yeah, I scored some tasty cuts at Steve The Manager’s promo party. I may have gotten stuck with Kip Adotta, too, but them’s the breaks. Here’s the best of the best […]
Steve The Manager’s office was gone, buried beneath piles of promotional records so deep that he could barely fit behind his desk. He didn’t, really. Steve The Manager slumped into his desk […]