The Overrated Ol’ Days

I bet you old baseball players sucked. I bet you their swings were bad, their pitches slow, their arms weak. I bet you the 25th guy on any big league roster today, transported back in time, would have a shot at being a Hall of Famer. He’d feast on tumbling curveballs thrown by part-time farm […]

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Guilty Rider

To hell with Wittgenstein. I don’t know why we’re here either, but I’m confident at least one of the reasons is to enjoy ourselves. That’s why the notion of a guilty pleasure always bothered me. Why feel bad about feeling good? As long as you aren’t hurting anyone, soak up as much pleasure as you […]

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