Christmastime for me as a child was a magical time, even for a young boy with ADHD born in poverty the third of five children to a mother and disabled, albino father.
As I have mumbled and grumbled the past two weeks while watching the Kansas City Chiefs lose to teams they should have owned, I didn’t know that it could get much worse.
Before anyone gets too caught up in the drama concerning rumors that David Glass is planning to sell the Kansas City Royals, a few things need to be made clear.
Several recent Facebook posts had me reflecting on my minuscule sports career, the one that left me with nothing but memories following a pair of spinal-fusion surgeries.
One of my earliest childhood memories was when I was about 6 years old and my mother allowed me the privilege of staying up late to watch television with her.
Challen Jimenez, a recent Central of Burden High School grad, captured the championship in the youth male 123-pound weight class, winning by unanimous decision July 12-15 in the sixth annual Battle in the Big D boxing tournament at Centennial Hall at Fair Park in Dallas, Texas. The sixth ann…
Whenever summer rolls around, the season when bright green grass has a fresh country scent and the sun tends to be a bit more brave, memories of my youth remain vivid. I find myself thinking of my early days learning to play golf.
I don’t have the world’s greatest memory. While I can still remember George Brett’s baseball statistics from the 1970s, and lyrics to literally thousands of classic rock songs, my short-term memory has been shot for years.
Hat’s off to the amateur and professional boxers and mixed martial artists who have dedicated themselves to or continue pursuing such brutal sports, with the possible exception of football, rugby, hockey and other close body-contact sports.
Monday will mark my 10-year anniversary with Winfield Publishing, though there’s not much time to celebrate with the fall sports season just around the corner, closing on a new home and packing for the impending move.