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Opinion & Analysis

  • Sports Commentary: Viva España!

     

    Ink runs in my veins.

    That's not a surprising statement, as any old newspaperman will make the same figurative claim.

    Only I make mine literally.  At least I can now.  You see, the wife and I recently returned from a trip to Spain.  Among other delicacies, I treated myself to a pile of seafood in black rice.

    Now, when I ordered the dish, I assumed black rice was a mere variant of the grain.  Sort of like blue corn or red wheat.

  • Commentary: Need a new team?

     

    We're one week into the baseball season, and I'm one week late in giving up on the Cubs.

    I could dedicate this column to going over just how terrible the Northsiders are.  But, you can easily discover that for yourself by flipping on the tube to WGN.

    I knew I was in trouble when nearly every baseball prognosticator had this to say about the team's upcoming season:  "2014 is the 100th anniversary of Wrigley Field.  That's about all Cubs fans will have to celebrate this year."

  • Sports commentary: Training payback

     

    There is no medal for finishing in 16,974th place

    Since they give gold for first, silver for second and bronze for third, I suspect that 16,974th deserves something made of, oh, dirt or sticks or a discarded Gatorade paper cup.

    I should know, for I finished in 16,974th place last Saturday.

    That showing took place at the Monument Avenue 10K, held in Richmond.

    The organizers of this event are very clever.  You see, they don't call it the "Monument Avenue six-point-two miler."  

  • Sports commentary: What a (b)racket!

     

    Well, my bracket is already marred.

    But, then again, it's highly likely that yours is, too.

    It has been proven, fairly conclusively, that nobody will ever have a perfect bracket.  The odds of doing so are something along the lines of 9.2 quintillion to one.

    I don't know what a quintillion is, exactly.  I do know it's larger than a quadrillion, which is bigger, still, than a trillion.  So, it's big.

  • Sports commentary: Warnings and cautions

     

    Lately, I've learned not to let the tank run low on a certain car.  You'll not hear the end of it.

    For the past couple of weeks, I've been driving a rental car.  It's a late-model Nissan Altima.

    It's not a bad car, as far as rentals go.  It certainly will never, ever let me run out of gas.  That's because it has at least four different ways of letting me know when it is low on petrol, including the traditional gas gauge as well as audio and visual alerts.

  • Sports commentary: Making the right choice

     

    Financial advisors will tell you that you need to have diversification in your investments.  Good ones will, anyway.

    The idea is that a mix of stocks, bonds, real estate, cash and gold will minimize risk while giving you a decent return.

    Life is the same way.  A wide mix of activities makes for a richer life.  In other words, don't put all of your eggs in one basket.

    Of course, a wide range of involvement can often result in timing conflicts.

  • Sports Commentary: Spring is in the air

     

    Ah, springtime!

    "Wait," you might be thinking.  "Spring is still a couple of weeks away."

    True, according to folks who figure such things out, spring doesn't become official until March 20.  That's when the Vernal Equinox takes place.

  • Sports commentary: Are districts still needed?

     

    Bad laws rarely get repealed.

    Right now, we're living with the results of a law that many find confusing and counterproductive.

    Implemented with the most noble of intentions and after months and months of painstaking and dedicated work, the law is meeting resistance on many fronts.

    It has been widely bashed in the press for an awkward implementation and for providing unforeseen side effects.

    The law of which I write, of course, is the Virginia High School League's realignment.

  • Sports Commentary: We hardly knew ye

     

    I never really got to know Bruce Cassels.  And now, he's gone.

    Cassels passed away last week.  I'm told he was felled by a heart attack.  A youngish 63, Cassels could outrun some of the kids he coached:  His physical condition was that good.

    Regrettably, he couldn't outrun the silent predator that overcame him with a too-soon death.

  • Sports Commentary: Pisces' lament

     

    Twenty-eight days of nothing.

    The month of February used to be derided by sports pundits, using the above statement to point out:  a) it is the shortest month and b) it contained nothing of value sports-wise.

    As a guy who tries his best to be pundity about sports, that hurt, since I was born in February.

    Until recently, such disparagement was deserved.  After all, February had no baseball, no football, no college basketball tournaments and no NBA or NHL playoffs.