I was SURE the Celtics were going to beat the Lakers. I mean REALLY sure. So sure, in fact, I made a bet with J.R. at Sex & The Single Dad and Jack at Jack Be Nimble in which the loser had to paint his face in the opposing team’s colors and perform a song [...] [...]
My newspaper has a daily podcast called “CapeCast” that focuses on the lighter and quirkier stuff going on on the Cape. From time to time, reporters get called on to help out. Will and I volunteered today to try a peanut butter & jelly omelet courtesy of The Gourmet Brunch in Hyannis. So if you [...] [...]
I don’t particularly enjoy hockey, but I would love to see the entire country of Canada collectively commit suicide over this game. My son has similar feelings. Check it out. Nothing like teaching blind nationalism at an early age. [...]
I love gambling. And all my friends know I’m a sucker for a good bet. When someone challenges me to a bet, no matter how silly the terms, I can’t refuse. But what’s worse, sometimes I’m too overconfident and I make up the bets myself. Such was the case two weeks ago when the Patriots [...] [...]
I’m too tired to write anything coherent, so I’ll take you through a pictorial day in the life of a snowed in Massachusetts resident. When I woke up, this is what I saw when I attempted to go outside: After spending 5 minutes shoving on the door and making an opening wide enough to squeeze [...] [...]
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