My father-in-law is a big NASCAR fan. Which is weird since he's in Southern California, (unless he's been washed away over the last week; come to think of it we should probably call), by way of Connecticut, neither of which are areas particularly known for rickets, poor dentistry, shitty beer
I'm breaking one of my rules this week: this edition of This Week In Violence! explores a sport that is no longer practised anymore. I'd say this is a shame, except the reality now is that recruiting top athletes would probably be quite difficult, considering the whole, y'know, extremely regular death thing.
My father went to private school. I did not. It's a completely foreign environment to me, particularly now as a public school teacher. One thing I do know about private school, however, beyond the stereotypical throwback uniforms, strict rules, and such, is that many have incredibly long-running traditions that are
Oil wrestling! We've probably all dreamed about witnessing this in a certain manner... at least perhaps in the manner suggested by B-comedies and gentlemen's magazines. And while this is perhaps fun, and most certainly entertaining for the heterosexual male demographic, in Turkey, oil wrestling is in fact a time-honoured tradition
Pillow fights! The domain of children and unreasonably attractive sorority sisters in underwear, right? That's what society has led us to believe up to now, at any rate. The truth is this: pillow fights are not any one person's exclusive domain. Indeed, I had not realized until recently that they're
When you think about polo, what do you think about? Pretentious wankers in jodhpurs? Giant-sized croquet mallets? The most bland, reserved crowds ever? Overall, polo as we know it is reserved almost exclusively for the wealthy elites of the United Kingdom and the northeastern United States and as well in