A wellness-humorist. Yeah, that's a thing. All thoughts, words, pictures, and diseases are my own.
LSU Baseball Fraternity The LSU Men’s Baseball Team is in Omaha, Nebraska playing for a national championship. Unless you live underneath a rock–or in South Korea–you know that. You know that it is a time of fandom and passion. It is a time of belief and anticipation. It is a time for big plays
It has been nearly two months since my last post about Korean baseball. I think that is too long, since Korean baseball is exactly the reason I’m here. I have watched numerous games and I’ve observed numerous things. Some of them are legit–namely the aggressive lady dancers–and some are too much. I’ve seen games in
March Madness (Basketball and chasing women: an analogy of importance) I plan on writing a lot on this subject, so I’ll keep this preface short; hopefully concise. I love basketball… A lot. Sometimes it is hard for me to convey that love. In March, during the greatest tournament in the world, it is especially hard.
Korean Baseball (Part Two: Exhibition Game) Yesterday I watched seven innings of a baseball game in Korea. The Samsung Lions played at their home stadium against a team from a city I can’t pronounce. On a brisk day, the stands were sparsely filled. It was cold, and things moved a little slower. Still, there
This is a post I wrote awhile back for a former blog endeavor. I was in my hotel gym today and a nice looking Asian couple came in and completed an intense, synchronized type lift. I was both impressed and envious. It reminded me of this post. Below is an edited, updated version of what
After about seven beers, you can go in the water. Before that, it is too cold. This morning, I tried. Like I said, too cold. The beer helped, though, because of the pee. … The water here is gorgeous. That cannot be said enough. It is a sharp blue that is unmistakably inviting. It is
Sometimes, in sports, greatness presents itself. Sometimes. It is rare. … I walked into the Okinawa Sheraton lobby-gameroom. I was better than everyone. I hadn’t played yet, but I knew it. They knew it too… … The scene is initially murky. There is a haze that forms; tangible. It is ominous and foreboding. It is
(Below is a gofundme plea I wrote for a friend who made the mistake of joking with me. After a long day of spring training, he texted me, venting about minor league pay, and joked that I should write a gofundme for him. He was joking. I wasn’t. I had about seven beers and wrote
