Point of No Return

Still room for improvement in state’s gaming

For those of us who truly love playing poker, April 15, 2011, was a very dark day.

With Ravens out, I’m all about the Seahawks

Have you ever really wanted something bad for somebody else, even if, on the surface, it doesn’t look like that big of a deal in the first place?

When is cold too cold? Well, this week was

Welcome, everybody, to 2014!

And put on a hat. And some gloves. And a scarf. And maybe drape a woolly mammoth or something over your shoulders.

It’s a whole new year, which means new goals

Take a look around you. See how everybody is smiling or looking particularly enthusiastic about the day? See how people’s shoulders look a little higher, and how they don’t quite look like they’ve been beaten about the head by a cement-mixer with a grudge?

Another year of change now in the rearview

It’s hard to believe that our little paper will turn 10 years old in about a month.

Did you really think you would hit the lottery?

I succumbed.

Like many of you out there, I broke down under the illusion of $636 million and bought my way into the Mega Millions drawing on Tuesday night — knowing in my mind that winning was a near-statistical impossibility, but feeling in my heart that I was going to be the one dancing with a big check in front of television cameras.

Fly me to the ... well, Mars. Yeah, fly me there

As an individual who carries a sharp tongue and very little comprehension of what is and what isn’t acceptable to say to others, I have been told to go to various places throughout my lifetime.

Remember those away from family this year

Well, Thanksgiving unofficially kicked off the month of overeating, overbuying, overworrying and oversaturation of the holiday season. The next four weeks is a hectic sprint, as parties, shopping, planning and swallowing handfuls of Tums at a time consume every moment of our lives that aren’t otherwise spent on work, family or, well, trying to get a handle on personal hygiene.

It’s time to take stock and truly be thankful

Do me a favor, and hold off on the Christmas carols and Hanukkah traditions for a minute. Just take a deep breath and put the shopping list in a drawer, and relax on all thoughts on how you are going to get Aunt Mildred here from her nursing home in Mississippi in time for Christmas.

’Tis the season for ... Wait. It’s already here?

How did this happen already?

It seems like yesterday I was trying to pull (transparent) hair from the top of my head to make everything come together in time for Christmas, and now I look at my calendar and Thanksgiving is next week? Did I sleep through spring? What happened to summer? Does Black Friday really take place in a matter of days? Will I ever stop asking questions?

The blame game must have some rules to it

So, I was flipping channels on the television the other night, hoping I would find underwater dwarf wrestling or somebody playing a pan flute while juggling plates, and I settled on yet another drama that I catch from time to time, but have never developed an emotional attachment for or against.

Sports are great, but there’s a lot I still miss

A few weeks ago I was going to type out a column on this being the greatest time of the year for sports fans — college and professional football in full swing, the baseball playoffs underway, hockey back on the ice and the NBA getting ready to tip off, etc.

Reaching out to my readers in a time of need

I had a pretty clever column planned out this week, on the smorgasbord of sports entertainment available to us fanatics this time of year, but I was greeted with news Wednesday morning that kind of threw things into disarray for me.

The end of a glorious chapter in television

Like many Americans recently, my heart has been torn a bit over recent events. You find yourself eventually getting to a point of frustration, anger, resentment, sadness and despair, all wrapped up in one fleshy ball of humanity. Where do we turn? Who do we look to for help? Are there any options?

Now there’s a whole new Halloween fright

There’s always something about the Halloween season that has appealed to me.

Howard one of our underappreciated icons

With a firm grip on my bowl of ice cream, and my other hand deftly navigating my television with my trusted remote control, I found myself stopping my channel-surfing a few nights ago to catch a commercial for a new movie centered on race cars.

Some historical info can turn your stomach

I get some slightly odd addictions from time to time.

Criminal behavior ranges from smart to insane

Years ago, when my head was a little more full of hair and my belly a little less full of belly, I was a police reporter. We called it the “cops and courts” beat, and one of the most rewarding parts of the job was following a case from the time the police were looking for a suspect all the way through to a conviction or acquital.

Some people leave their mark on you over time

When February rolls around this winter, and the coats are getting heavier and the days a little shorter, our little beach paper will be celebrating its 10th birthday.

The forgotten danger zone -- navigating roads

We are a nation that is consistently looking around corners with craned necks to see where the next potential danger might lurk.

What they put in food really bugs some folks

Those of you unfortunate enough to know me very well understand that I have a few, let’s say, “quirks.”

Live the life you are living -- not another's

There are times when I openly weep for this big rock we live on called Earth.

A time to reflect on who I am — or, watch TV

So, I’ve been spending a lot of time with myself over the last month with this broken foot tying me to my couch.

Poor fan behavior continues to grow all over

There’s something extraordinary about sitting outside on a sunny day with a hot dog in hand while the crack of a bat hitting a baseball or softball fills the air.

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