Missed Points

The year Whitney owned the National Anthem at the Super Bowl, my family and I attended a football party at a friend’s house. All of the kids swan together in the summers on swim team. On arrival, instant fun. Meanwhile, the adults chatted and joked around in scattered clusters. The house filled quickly with the smells…

Listening to the Game

Do you tire of listening to TV sportscasters who recite odd statistics about players who aren’t even part of the play instead of simply calling the game? How about telling me what’s happening instead of remarking on someone’s twitter feud? The visuals can be frivolous. The scrolling ticker distracts me. And, there are endless tidbits…

Only a Game

I sense football season gearing up as July melds into August. It’s in the air, an aggressive energy that spreads across America in ways books never do for the masses. Only a few dozen guys play on each team in each privileged city, but you wouldn’t know it from the passion that fans exhibit at…