I almost didn’t write about Derrick Rose tonight. I don’t have to, after all. No editor is asking me to do it. No one is paying me to do it. I’d rather not do it. And here’s why. I don’t know Derrick Rose. What I do know, I like. I had to chase the 20-year-old…
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Excuse me if I drift off occasionally. I [po[a Ok K Sorry. You go away for seven weeks and the first day back is exhausting. Even if the first day back only lasts for about two hours.  And I don’t even know if “back” is the right word. But I am going to start writing…
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Yes, I am still browsing through the same issue of Sports Illustrated.  Sorry, but it has to wait until my People Magazine is completely consumed first and that can easily take a good 10, 12 minutes. So I’m reading and I laugh — that sarcastic, self-righteous laugh — because I see a story about a…
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Great story in the latest issue of Sports Illustrated about college football players who discover after their playing careers are over, that they are seriously overweight. Most people would go right to the cover story on the Stanley Cup. Or the NBA Finals. Or even the feature on the 16-year-old baseball player they’re calling “Baseball’s…
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Why do I get the feeling that if I jumped in front of a speeding train to rescue a group of orphans, at the press conference awarding me my medal for bravery, someone would ask me how it felt spending my career around naked men in lockerrooms? Everyone wants to know about the naked men….
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