For those who noticed, I did not attend Kodiak’s only home wrestling matches of the season. I had an excused absence. I even cleared it with veteran coach Junior Valladolid a few days before his team hosted Wasilla and Palmer.
It’s more than likely that I have told this story before, but since I spent Thursday morning writing about Amy Willis’ fantastic accomplishment, why not do the same thing Thursday evening.
Did everybody take their shorts out of the dresser this past week? I hope so. Or maybe you are like me and wear shorts year-round. I still haven’t graduated to big boy pants yet.
We have a new co-worker here at the Kodiak Daily Mirror. The dude is quiet, rarely seen and stands guard on the night shift. He leaves his work on our desks in the form of tiny pellets.
If you attended last Friday’s high school volleyball match between Kodiak and Soldotna, you might have noticed I was wearing a Pittsburgh Steelers sweatshirt.
I first met Luis Mendez in 2007. I had a year of living on The Rock under my belt and still finding my way as a newbie reporter at the Kodiak Daily Mirror.
Growing up in Western Washington, hockey was not part of my childhood. The closest NHL team was in a different country, and the nearest rink was more than an hour’s drive away.
I learned this past week that drinking 80 ounces of Gatorade in one day is not recommended, even if the lovely lady from Public Health told me to stay hydrated.
In my neighborhood, there is a guy who has a recliner on his front porch. Sometimes he occupies that recliner. Often on nice days and sometimes even when it is downpouring.
Holy Wizard of Oz, it was windy Tuesday. The gusty conditions made the morning walk with the pups from the Clarkston Zoo to the newspaper headquarters an entertaining adventure.
Listening to a Seattle sports radio show on Thursday morning, a caller talked about attending Mariners’ Opening Day with her father. It would be the third time since the pandemic they had been together.
I’m not going to pretend to be an expert on college basketball. I only tune in during March Madness or when the Washington Huskies have a decent team, which was not this season.
Years ago, I wrote about curling. I used this space to advocate for our local parks and recreation department to organize a curling league. I even did the groundwork and searched for used stones. I was surprised at how costly the sport was. Like all my great ideas, I failed to follow through.
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.