Why is it that life throws you a curveball when you least expect it? I mean, honestly, is it too much to ask for a simple man like me to be granted the mere satisfaction of a nice Saturday afternoon excursion into the heart of yesteryear?

There‘s a group of men… not many, but a few, that hold a special title in pop culture today. Sure, some of us can be considered among the greatest Halo 2 or ping-pong players, but to be one of the greats in professional wrestling is something truly special. Professional wrestling, the preferred poison of the [...]

Lint Head: A worker at a textile mill (usually/most commonly Cannon) in the small town of Kannapolis, North Carolina. Lug Nut: 1. A bolt used to fasten tires upon their changing, most commonly referring to NASCAR in the Kannapolis area. 2. Anyone that lives in this general area.

If you can’t get excited watching a 200 lb. tailback take on a 275 lb. interpretation of Achilles in pads with the hopes and dreams of a collective fanbase on the line, then you should really take up chess or something.

There’s a sense of euphoria that has settled over Boston, Massachusetts these days. It’s that same brand of euphoria that San Antonio has only begun to shake off, a mere two months after their NBA Championship victory over the Pistons. And then there are cities, like Charlotte, that are left to stare into the skies [...]

After nineteen years, three viewings of A Christmas Story, two different copies of War and Peace, and a boatload of Dayquil doses for the inevitable Christmas Day Colds that always strike, I can honestly say that I’m as close to being worn-out as possible. Eh, I would love to come out of the starting blocks [...]

There is something that can be said about people that play Halo 2. Then again, you can tell a lot about people that shoot each other with balls of paint moving at high speeds, too.

Have we been really been reduced to movies like The Dukes of Hazzard? That’s all we’ve got now? Seriously… it’s The Dukes of Hazzard…

There used to be a sporting goods store, not to far away from the digs. It wasn’t much of one, but it was there, and I came to love it very much. The owner, an older gent named Mike, had been running The Sportery for years, hanging old heirlooms from decades past behind the counter, [...]