Let me be the 411,826,304th to congratulate Tiger Woods on winning the Masters for the fifth time.
From an individual perspective, his comeback from personal setbacks both in and out of his control to win a golf tournament he last won 11 years ago is remarkable. I mean, back problems, knee problems, relationship problems, substance problems, all writ large because it’s, well, Tiger Woods — it’s nuts.
Anytime anyone subdues those kinds of demons, even from the exalted and exclusive ground on which Woods stood, there needs to be at least a nod, a smile and the polite applause that…
I am a recovering Scrooge.
I say that neither to make light of people who are recovering from similarly serious behavioral maladies nor to say that I’m largely the same character as Charles Dickens’s anti-Christmas archetype brought to life 175 years ago.
For one, unlike Ebenezer, I know that the season is best represented in simple pleasures and selfless displays. I just struggle, every year and especially the last few, to bring such examples to the fore of my world-weary consciousness, when I and seemingly the entire globe need it the most.
So, here is my attempt to break free…
10 races+10 predictions+10 words
And one to grow on at the end. Follow along or create your own scorecard:
Blackburn over Bredesen for Tennessee U.S. Senate — A Republican woman can win here, not a Democratic one.
Heitkamp over Cramer for North Dakota U.S. Senate — Her campaign cash and stance on Kavanaugh win the day.
Brown over Renacci for Ohio U.S. Senate — Renacci’s attempt to “Kavanaugh” Brown produces a lopsided loss, fittingly.
Kelly over Kobach for Kansas governor — Remember the voter fraud panel? Kansas voters will as well.
Gillum over DeSantis for Florida governor — Why can’t…
Steel: The Hue of Failure
Yeah, sure, a great idea to gnash your teeth over the 1,000th time the Browns looked like the Steelers’ scout team the day after a subhuman killed 11 at a Pittsburgh synagogue.
I’ll keep it brief.
At this point, it’s about expectation and belief. The Steelers have those things and have had them for some time. The Browns, still, do not.
It cannot be said now that the gulf between their two rosters is so great that an outcome like today, a 33–18 Steelers win, should be expected. True, the Browns are not a playoff…
Unflagging: How the Browns get over their bad selves
This is going to hurt. Sorry.
The Cleveland Browns are 2–4–1 and have played four overtime games, winning one, losing two and tying another.
That “success,” against the backdrop of going 1–31 over the previous two seasons, may well have contributed to the relative hysteria of fans’ going somewhat bonkers over what they perceive as poor officiating.
Surely, the thinking goes, the Browns are better than their record and should be much further out of their long morass were it not for the stinkin’ zebras.
Surely, the thinking continues, the Browns’…
It was the smallest margin of confirmation percentagewise in American history. For that and many other reasons, those crushed by the ascent of Brett Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court should take heart.
It took a GOP-majority Senate Judiciary Committee, a GOP-majority Senate and a GOP president expending much bluster, belligerence and capital to push through an unpopular nominee to a 50–48 thumbs-up.
It also took a concerted effort from those entities with a unifying theme: anger. Anger, it seems, even the spurious and cynical kind, is a winning strategy for the GOP.
The dulcet tenor of satirist Roy Zimmerman captures…
OK, listen, if we’re going to talk about the Browns-Raiders game yesterday, there’s just one thing I do not want to hear about.
I do want to hear about how Browns rookie quarterback Baker Mayfield turned the ball over four times, three of which led to Raiders scores.
I do want to hear about giving up 565 yards to the Raiders after three weeks of looking as though defensively the Browns had a little somethin’ there.
I do want to hear about how Nick Chubb had two touchdowns on three carries and 105 yards total, and how Carlos Hyde had…
I know Brett Kavanaugh.
Not the person. The type.
I grew up white and male and middle class and in the Midwest and with middling ability. I was on several football teams. I was a member of a fraternity. There are literally tens of millions of men who fit my description, some of them great friends.
What I wasn’t was elite. Or socially connected. Or born on second base believing I hit a double.
Or a believer in the primacy of men.
As for women, I am the brother of four, the husband to one, the father to one and…
I can’t really pin down when we realized it, but there it was.
I was to run my career second half-marathon at the U.S. Air Force Museum’s annual multi-race event in September the day before our house was to host a baby shower for our career first grandchild.
There was a lot to do in the weeks prior. Much running hither and yon; dithering over what is pointless and what is pointful; trying to avoid injury, both psychological and physical; putting the best possible face on all proceedings.
That goes for both.
It’s cliche for runners at a race to…