The Beatles are an astounding rock band. More than astounding, they were revolutionary, daring and revelatory. For the record, I think the Beatles are totally gitchy. That being said, the Beatles are overrated.
Recently another high school team wiped the floor with their opponent, as the Chaminade-Madonna football squad beat the Pompano Beach team for an 83-0 finish.
Remember when the color red used to signify passion? Perhaps war? Blood, if you’re into specifics? Well take some photos of all that and put ‘em in a scrapbook, because — yes, pictures of red things. No, I don’t know specifically what you should photograph. It was more of a pithy introduction to the blog than an actual suggestion. Besides, I’m the warning guy, not the idea guy. How you take pictures is your problem, but you should do it quickly because Nike is co-opting one of our most beloved colors. Any minute now, Nike’s going to change the way we think about red.
They’ve already started. You’ve already fallen victim. And it’s only going to get worse.

It should have been clear that something special was going to happen during the 135th Kentucky Derby weekend the minute Scott Padgett, a Kentucky University alum and member of the NBA from 1999-2007, stepped in front of me and shot me a goofy smile (of course it was awkward. Have you seen Padgett? No other smile had a chance of flyin’ off that mug). I should have known it, but I didn’t.
Whoops. First chink in the armor, ‘Bron.
It’s old news that LeBron James skulked (Ditched? Eluded? Nah, we’ll stick with skulked) away from the Orlando Magic, his teammates, the media and his duties as a franchise leader after the final game of his 2008-09 season on May 30.
It happened. It’s over. And the first time next season he barrels past some poor sucker unsuccessfully trying to foul him, all will be forgiven, right?
But what if it won’t?