I haven’t ranted in awhile… What exactly constitutes news? The local Fox channel lead their nine o’clock news last night with some inane story about a guy who looks like a character from Deliverance complaining that a McDonald’s talking toy taught his kid a cuss word. His little boy said some four-letter word and the…
Category: (Gene)ric Ramblings
Breaking the Silence: This Has Been a Long Time Comin’
Call it a funk. Call it a dry spell. Call it a lack of inspiration. Call it what you will. Whatever you call it, I’ve had it. I haven’t written a thing in over a month. Not here. Not at silverandblueblood.com. Not on Bleacher Report. Heck, I had to write stuff in a birthday card…
Stuck Like Congress, or Stuck in Philly With a Wandering Mind
Here I am, stuck in Philadelphia…literally. Another Nor’Easter has blown in with a vengeance, and I am a shut-in at the Homestead Suites. Stuck. One might see the way recent weather has brought much of the Northeast, including Washington DC, to a grinding halt as a metaphor for our government. So many decry the gridlock,…
Doctor Love’s Valentine’s Day Advice for Girls
Let me begin by saying I dislike Valentine’s Day and always have. I think an act of love on a random day for no particular reason has far more meaning than a bouquet of flowers, a box of candy, and a mushy card given on a day when you have no real choice but to…
Breaking News: Gene Strother Nominated for Nobel Peace Prize
Dateline: Somewhere in East Texas, December 10, 2009 The AP, UPI, and Rooters (Arkansas’ state newspaper, not the better known Reuters somewhere over there in the UK) have just learned — on this momentous day when President Barrack Obama is set to receive his Nobel Peace Prize — that Gene Strother (pronunciation unknown), a popular…
Wandering the Backroads of My Mind
Towns in these parts have international names. There is Paris, Detroit, Bogata, New Boston (and Old Boston), Naples, Atlanta, and Omaha, to name a few. Perhaps they were named by those who founded them based on the places they had once called home. Perhaps they believed that if they gave a town a noble name,…
It’s In the Game: Confessions of a Football Junkie
My dad once said to me, “Son, if they were to open up your head and examine your brain, they’d find it shaped like a football.” He wasn’t necessarily wrong. Just about as long as I can remember, I have been in love with the game of football. I don’t really know why. I have…