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Four Feet to Glory
File this under “Things that bring me joy.” My dad’s been dealing with some persistent ankle issues. It would be easy to bemoan what’s no longer possible. Instead, he was determined to play golf. We teed it up, and I suspected we’d make it a few holes. After we finished the second hole and turned…
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The Absolute Lunacy of Sports Fandom
BOSTON, Mass., September 2024 – Sophia sent some pre-game pictures from outside Fenway Park. Orange Orioles shirt and white cap. Jane’s text spoke for the family: “girl the curse!!” It was a big night. September baseball. A tight division race. But there was more on the line than most of the Orioles’ faithful understood. A…
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The Retirement Lie
Eighteen months into my “retirement,” and I’ve reached a conclusion: I’m not very good at it. I’ve barely seen a beach, and my golf game remains mediocre at best. I’ve pretty much stopped playing pickleball, and I haven’t started watching Matlock reruns or cable news. I own no linen clothes. On the plus side, I have…