NTSF 130: Flying with the Underdogs…

We’re into the rum rations now, and I’ve got this nagging feeling that I’m coming down with Stanley Cup fever. I’m fiending for yet another crack at the Bruins after Montreal played their cardiac role to perfection in getting all the way to the Eastern Conference Finals against the Flyers. But there’s more to it than just the rivalry at stake. Every year we get the joy of watching underdogs rise up and hold their own... Read More

NTSF 127: A Fresh Start for Spring…

So I finally followed through on a promise I’ve been making for some time. After several years of watching my hair slowly grow out from buzzed beginnings, blossoming outward like one of those Chia Heads before flopping earthward in a mane around my shoulders and down my back, I’ve done something altruistic for a change. For years my wife has suggested, given my ability to grow one prodigious head of hair, that I should donate the tresses... Read More

NTSF 126: Solace in the Slump Cycle

I thought this time shift to “save the daylight” was supposed to make it easier to retain our energy throughout the day. Yet it seems that as soon as we sprung forward, I fell back on my backside. Disjointed, jumbled around a cluttered house in what has become a prolonged moving process, I ring in St. Patrick’s Day with a head fogged not by stout and whiskey but by fatigue borne of a fortnight’s worth of lifting and packing,... Read More

NTSF 106: Storm clouds over Contador, the value of international competition and more…

   I wasn’t planning on having to write this piece, and I wasn’t planning on having to bring this week’s column to you late. What you’ll read deeper into this week’s edition is the direction I’d hoped to go, discussing hour tournaments like the Olympic hockey spectacle and the Davis Cup and the Ryder Cup are essential buttresses for the professional game. I’d been captivated by a book I had picked up at... Read More

NTSF 102: Final majors of 2010 in cycling and tennis, soccer’s tournament cycle begins anew and more…

Wow… seems that the beer my wife bought me last night really did a number on me. As I sat in front of the computer on Wednesday, digesting the 22 ounces of Bourbon County Brand Stout by Goose Island Brewery (13.0% alcohol by volume) and trying to finish up stage recaps from the Vuelta and musings from the U.S. Open and yes, this column as well, I instead felt my eyelids falling, falling, falling… Read More  Read More