You Can’t Aim It
A friend often reminds me of that truism, one that was taught to me when I was still playing baseball myself. When I pitched, I was taught to “throw it, don’t aim it,” which sounds a little strange on its face. The concept is simple and makes sense:...
Death By Inches
Under a clear, blue sky, a man sprints to catch a speeding train. He has fired a machine gun and thrown grenades at his pursuers – Nazis – setting other traps and charges for them as well. Now, he has almost caught up with the German transport train that...
Fired
“Now we just have to win it again.”
I was reminded of those words recently as the Tampa Bay Buccaneers beat the Kansas City Chiefs to win the most recent Super Bowl. When they were spoken eighteen years ago, we were about 35,000 feet over New Mexico or West Texas, a landscape of dusty red rock passing beneath our flight. I was holding the Lombardi Trophy…
Cut Day
The six years that I worked in the NFL, this was the most dreadful day, when rosters had to be trimmed from 80 players to 53. So many dreams crushed, or at least momentarily sidelined. And not the dreams of people who had no business being there…these were the...
Starting a Streak
A good friend just broke a long sobriety streak, one that was just shy of twenty years. To his credit, he immediately pushed through the emotion of it and owned up to the lapse, but I suspect he was crushed, breaking a streak that long…
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