One of my favorite traditions is catching the better part of four or five airings of A Christmas Story on TBS. Due to the nature of this marathon, I've seen this movie more times than I've seen The Shawshank Redemption. Hell, I've seen it more times than Anchorman, which shouldn't be
I've been taking you for granted. It's partly my nature. Ask my wife or ex-girlfriends. Or my employers. The cycle never breaks. In the beginning I will step in to a new project/relationship/environment/habit with the work ethic of a completely earnest Amish man. I become ill with the thought of
Howdy baseball folks,
I realize most of you aren't necessarily baseball folks, and I'm being a wise ass by implying otherwise, but we're coming up on the end of the year, and it's time to talk about the retired baseball players who are under consideration for the highest honor in the
You had all weekend to do this. Why the fuck are you trying to do this at the last second?
Thankfully there were only three games this week. I've been busy. We got a tree last week, which means that I've spent the past week trying to convince my two year
I’m writing to you, because I see what you are attempting with the resurrection of your XFL, and I want to help. I know we see the same thing whenever we try to watch an NFL game. Confusion. Rampant pussification. Distractions left and right. I’m sorry, does nobody out
"If we win one tomorrow, that's called a winning streak"
Writers note: I'm playing though pain. My daughter has been in daycare for a few months, which means my daughter has been sick for a few months. And as a result I am sick. And also, I had to finish off
Big 10 coaches Lovie Smith, Pat Fitzgerald, Kirk Ferentz, P.J. Fleck, James Franklin and Jeff Brohm sitting around a table when Jim Harbaugh runs in a dead sprint toward the group. He's carrying a baseball glove and a half emptied gallon of whole milk, his upper lip bleached white. His
I've made a huge mistake
They claim that it's always darkest before the dawn, but times like this you start to wonder if that light at the end of the tunnel is just the beckoning call of the afterlife that you're supposed to walk toward in death. The Brooklyn Nets are
"Just..go back. Pretend the whole thing never happened."
When last they met, the Miami Heat had finished off a wire to wire beatdown over the Nets. Last Tuesday however, the story was much different. It's hard to know what to expect out of this squad without Caris LeVert for at least
"The world is so cold"
Winter has come. The worthlessly pedantic will tell me that autumn doesn't punch out until the 21st, but that's a dweeb's way of viewing things. The leaves are down and snow has fallen. Thanksgiving isn't until next week, but sometimes Thanksgiving comes after the fall.
Hello and welcome to the new format of Infinite Nets. We're going to a weekly recap as opposed to a daily version. Why are we doing a weekly recap? Because, hell man, I can watch every game, but I sure as hell can't come up with compelling content for
Drive into West Lake, and you won’t see signs of grief. There are no crosses lined up on the side of any county route headed in or out of town. There isn’t an eternal flame burning anywhere. In truth, they appear to sell a wholesomeness that you won’t find outside