The streak is over.
I hope everybody had an enjoyable Christmas holiday. I certainly did. It’s not often that I get Christmas day entirely off from work, but I did. In fact, since the holiday was on Friday, I got three days off, which resulted in quality time with the pups.
Please don’t ask me to hang your outdoor Christmas lights this holiday season. I’m not going to do it. No way, no how. I’m keeping both feet on the ground after an incident this week sent me to the emergency room.
A buddy of mine spent last weekend in Las Vegas celebrating his birthday. I’m not sure if he returned home a wealthier man, but he did share an unexpected dinner with a former Super Bowl champion.
Walking the dogs on Tuesday evening, a car rolled to a stop on Baranof Street. With the air crisp, and my legs bare, and my top only covered with a thin jacket, I was not looking for a conversation. I longed to get back to the heated office as quickly as possible. I could already feel the se…
When reading Kevin Cash’s explanation on why he pulled Blake Snell in the sixth inning of Game 6 of the World Series, it reminded me of former Kodiak baseball coach Rick Langfitt.
Surprises. I’m not sure how I feel about them. If it is a surprise cookie — preferably peanut butter chocolate chip — waiting for me at work, I’m all in. If it is a surprise left by a dog, I’m all out.
My week started with this text message: “Derek, I think you may want to sit down for a little fantasy advice and player picking with Janet this week!!”
As the alarm went off on my phone, I contemplated remaining in bed. It was 6:30 a.m. on Labor Day, and for those who know me, there is only one 6:30 in the day that I am familiar with, and it’s not the a.m one.