MISTER FADED GLORY
I'd call this blog a "Critique of Life," except that sounds way too pretentious.
Watch for my first novel, These Monks, a comedy about friendship, frustration, and Des Moines, available later this year.
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Monthly Archives: April 2009
Maybe everything is a harbinger, after all.
All right, fine. Maybe I jumped the gun dismissing all this witchraft stuff. Maybe, perhaps, cats do cast some inexplicable spell over our heroes. Maybe, perhaps, some twist in the space-time continuum permits negative karma to seep into the Cubs’ … Continue reading
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Seriously, everything’s a harbinger?
Apparently, it’s not enough that the Cubs’ 100-year countdown with no title passed last year with only a flicker in the playoffs. Imagine, 100 years come and gone, the autotext story hopefully erased from most hapless writers’ laptops – and … Continue reading
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Exasperation and hyperbole, as usual
(cracks knuckles) (begins snide letter) Dear Cubs Fans: Please raise your hand if any of you could possibly have foreseen Jason Marquis blowing back into the Windy City, surviving a catcall of boos, and routinely dominating his former team, on … Continue reading
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Less Than, uh, One?
Each time I write something, it’s just as safe to assume I’ll detest my own passage as it is to assume I’m thrilled with the copy. It’s true. No one loves my writing quite like me, and no one hates … Continue reading
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One down
That’s right, I’m already back in. As if you couldn’t tell. But quite honestly, a couple things pushed me over the edge on a night I would have preferred to calmly enjoy an Opening Day win. First, even after claiming … Continue reading
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Hey, Chicago … uh, what do you say?
Well, here we are again. Deep breath. It all starts again in Houston, tomorrow, against one of our best friends, Roy Oswalt. It all starts, for us (and ends, really), with Carlos Zambrano on the bump, in dreadful Minute Maid … Continue reading
Sunday morning, tomorrow looming (part 2)
I’m staring at the email not unlike a kid packing his backpack before the first day of school. I don’t really want to go. I mean, I’ve enjoyed the time away. Six months of the NFL and college basketball and … Continue reading
Posted in Baseball, Cubs, Melancholy
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Sunday morning, tomorrow looming…
From last October, some time. Yeah, don’t let them say that it’s just a game. Well, I’ve seen other teams, and it is never the same. When you go to Chicago, you’re blessed and you’re healed, The first time you … Continue reading
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Nothing could be less finer than this criminally awful second half.
Villanova can’t shoot – not even the open looks are going down. Carolina looked great early, and the second half has arguably been the worst half of basketball anyone’s ever seen. Whatever. A disgusting end to a mediocre tournament looms … Continue reading
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Spartans! Tonight! We Dine! In … oh, whatever. (UConn’t do it.)
I don’t know which highlight I will enjoy seeing more over the next couple of days – Michigan State’s Durrell Summers’ thunderous fast-break dunk through UConn’s Stanley Robinson, or longtime UConn forward Jeff Adrien repeatedly lowering his shoulder, tossing elbows, … Continue reading
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Wait, take two
Actually, I should have April-Fool’s-joked that I’m opening a Twitter account devoted to the genius of re-releasing Pearl Jam’s Ten. Is that too believable?(Note: I don’t own it.) Anyway, Twitter is stupid, and if you’ll look around, you’ll notice more … Continue reading