Sometimes you can tell things are really off, just by looking at the album cover. And Changes, the ninth album from The Monkees, is clearly no exception to that particular manifesto. Where is everyone, and why is everyone decked out like Variety Show extras? And did I say The Monkees? I meant What Was Left…
OK so, surprising absolutely no one at all, but I’m like a massive wuss when it comes to cold, rainy weather. I’m not even kidding. I spent most of the first half of 1997 working as a consultant in the Bay Area — San Ramon, to be specific. All I remember of January through March…
I’ve wanted to run a COLD marathon since like forever, man. And by cold, I mean “Cold to someone who has lived in South Florida” for 90% of his existence, and the entirety of his formative years and most of his adult life. I want the Ice Age experience, and by that I mean something…
And we’re back. January is a pretty nifty time around all points Hokeyblog, and I’m not talking about any of that “New Year, New Me” idiocy. Everyone is pretty much the same nozzle they were weeks ago, and we (you, me, everyone reading these words) are no different. Except we’re much better looking. Cheers to…
Tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side? Like this song needs any introduction from me, amirite? And here comes the next question: how in the wide, wide world of sports is the great George Harrison’s What Is Life any measure of a holiday…
Well… how about that 2016, huh? I don’t know what it is about this year, but people just seem to be having the most miserable mess of things in the temporal fluxification of MMXVI. We lost Bowie, Prince, two-thirds of Emerson Lake & Palmer, and the great Alan Thicke, and we gained a Trump presidency.…
Lacey things, the wife is missing. Didn’t ask, for her permission I’m wearing her clothes, Her silk pantyhose. Walking ’round in women’s underwear… Yes, I know, I’m about two weeks late with this year’s Buttkickin’ Holidays Songs so you’ll have to forgive me for my slackitude. So let’s make up for that with a little…
The Flanigan’s Rockin’ Rib Run 10K has got to be, without question, my favorite local 10K in South Florida. Maybe even the BEST 10K around. A bold statement, I know, but one I’ll wholeheartedly support. Allow me to elucidate. 10K races are, by their very definition, a pretty popular race distance. It’s a step up…
Can I tell you a secret, from a nearly life-long South Floridian? Ready? I have never understood the appeal of The Everglades. What, exactly, is the big freakin’ deal with The Everglades? It’s a large, stinking swamp. Marshes and mangroves and gators and mosquitoes and steamy humidity and bugs and snakes that can swallow a…
The TCS New York Marathon. The biggest marathon in the world. The bucket list item towards which, along with the Boston Marathon, most North American runners aspire. A member of the prestigious World Marathon Majors… for whatever that means. A signature event. A world-class experience. An indescribable moment in time wherein a single runner can…