Aug 22, 2014 | Analysis, The Balls
I remember exactly where I was when Lehman Brothers went up in smoke. I was eating my complimentary continental breakfast at a Super 8 motel in Bowman, North Dakota. The lobby, like the rest of the motel, smelled like mildew and hunting dogs. It was June, 2008, and a...
Aug 15, 2012 | Daily Paint
Only four teams out of over one hundred playing the event escape this feeling, these doubts, these questions. They creep up as you take off your jersey and pads and throw it all in the gearbag, before you sit in a shady spot, covered in sweat, face in your hands going...
