I Was Saying Boo-Urns

Years ago, in the town of Springfield, USA, there was a film festival. In effort to win the festival's top prize and - in turn - the adoration of his fellow townspeople, the resident century-old billionaire, C....

No Excuses

I woke up last Monday to a troop of cub scouts using my intestines to earn their knot-tying badges. My head was caught in a vise. My limbs weighed more than the 2003 Kansas City Chiefs' offensive line. It was a...

The Struggle

I'm struggling today. I'm sitting on the couch in my basement, surrounded by sports memorabilia. To my left are panoramic pictures of Bramlage Coliseum and Bill Snyder Family Stadium. There's my Frank Martin...

Three Things

I don't want to talk about it. I'm serious. The last thing I want to do right now is attempt to compose insightful prose about K-State's 8,736-0 loss to Oklahoma (score approximate). I'm trying, but as I ...

Run This Way

I hate running. The sweating. The struggling for breath. The aching sides. And it’s even worse after I finally get my shoes on. Alas, I have many reasons that I should enjoy running. My wife is a runne...