Fansmanship Podcast Episode 217 – Chris Sylvester and Brint Wahlberg
It’s another podcast episode! Cal Poly basketball teams are at the Big...
This is all getting a little weird, and oh so real. Right when I was beginning to think just an upset over UCLA in November was enough for me, Callero and the...
I think it was last year (or the year before?) I watched George Clooney in his quirk-comedic “Up in the Air.” A film about a man who flies so much for work...
The TV is muted. NBA highlights flashing by, in what are miniature clips that represent entire hours of thousands of people’s lives. I’m half-lazed in a muffled daze, digesting a flashing cursor in...
I’m not a Kobe Bryant fan. His personality is toxic. I think he looks like a horse more than a black mamba. And I still side with Shaq. Quietly the man...
Sixteen years ago Tupac was gunned down outside a club somewhere in Los Angeles. That following year, Biggie Smalls, was shot to death. And all of a sudden the “beef” between...
I seem to remember, if ever so faintly, a moment when the Cal Poly men’s basketball team knocked off then, #11 UCLA, 70-68 on the road. But then again, I’m getting old....
From the anti-sports dungeon, succumb in stacks of notes, I’m running rampant in my mind’s eye, just to scope a look at a few sports highlights. It has been a solid...
There are beers. Plenty of them. There is a nice looking red wine which, according to the descriptive summary on the back of the bottle, “holds a late berry essence finished...
There is a black line slicing right through the front of Jim Harbaugh’s cranium on my TV. What does it mean? What symbolic power does the black faded line possess? Many...
In a matter of 23 hours and 23 minutes I’ll be numb-brained by an unstoppable force of tryptophan. But who’s counting? I’m set for the sedation. I went to the gym....