You can change everything but memories

I don’t remember a lot about my college graduation ceremony, but I do remember that right after I walked across the stage to receive my Utica College diploma, I was trying to find friends in the bleachers.

I wasn’t having a lot of luck, and was probably staggering around and holding up the line until my friend Kristen — who I walked in with and who was right behind me — grabbed me by the shoulders.

The ceremony was at the Utica Memorial Auditorium. Instead of sneaking onto the floor to see my friends graduate, I was one of the people in the caps and gowns. Continue reading “You can change everything but memories”

Make sure not to ‘work’ at home

Unless I’m snowed in or had surgery three days prior, I tend not to make working at home the focus of what I do, instead using it to supplement what I do in the office at the beginning or end of the day. I also used to do it once in a while on non-crucial days back when I had a long commute, but that’s not an issue now that I live close to my office.

So while my experience is nothing like Ken Rosen’s, I would like to add one tip to his.

If you’re going to work at home, actually get something done. Continue reading “Make sure not to ‘work’ at home”

Boston vs. Connecticut (but actually funny!)

I once got into an argument with a guy who claimed that Connecticut (my wife’s home state) shouldn’t represent New England in the Little League World Series because parts of the state are in the New York media market.

So yeah, this one from McSweeney’s is particularly brilliant, and this is just one of the reasons it hit home for us. Continue reading “Boston vs. Connecticut (but actually funny!)”

The woman on the game is not your mother (unless she literally is)

“Shrill.”

“Grating.”

“Like listening to my ex nag me.”

“Sounds like my mom yelling at me.”

Women in sports broadcasting are used to men criticizing their voices. In my three years in sports radio, I’ve had more men complain about my voice than everything else about me combined — and trust me, there are a lot of other things they don’t like about me.

— Julie DiCaro, “Safest Bet in Sports: Men Complaining About a Female Announcer’s Voice,” The New York Times

How exactly does a sports announcer sound like he or she is “nagging”? In what way is it possible for a well-executed blitz to sound like yet another reminder to take out the trash?

Continue reading “The woman on the game is not your mother (unless she literally is)”

I have dozens of T-shirts. They don’t cost $1,795 total.

Jon Hamm’s a good actor, seems like a OK dude and has the kind of good looks that guys can’t even get mad at if the women in their lives swoon over him.

So I read his New York Times interview with interest, but had trouble getting past the pictures — mostly because he was wearing a $1,795 Armani T-shirt.

What, pray tell, makes a T-shirt $1,795? Continue reading “I have dozens of T-shirts. They don’t cost $1,795 total.”

Want to be the single-season home run king? Hit 74.

Hang on, you may be saying. Isn’t the real record well out of reach — the 73 homers that Barry Bonds hit in 2001? That is so. But Mr. Bonds has long labored under suspicions that he sailed to his 73 on a tide of performance-enhancing drugs. A similar taint clings to Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa, both of whom also outdid (Roger) Maris in the steroid-fueled 1990s and early 2000s.

So an argument heard in some baseball-watching circles is that if Mr. (Giancarlo) Stanton hits 62, he deserves to be recognized as the real record-holder — a man who, like Maris, is unsullied by intimations of skulduggery.

— “The Baseball Theory of Relativity,” Clyde Haberman, The New York Times

Barry Bonds hit 73 home runs in 2001.

Continue reading “Want to be the single-season home run king? Hit 74.”

You’re hired! You’re fired! But … I just … got … here

Frank de Boer gets the Conan O’Brien — hired because he does things a certain way, fired because he won’t change — after four games at Crystal Palace. Continue reading “You’re hired! You’re fired! But … I just … got … here”