I nearly ran out of column ideas this week. I’ll admit it. It was a tough week.
So at 10 p.m. last night, wracking my brain for ideas, I began to listen to the cosmos … it was actually just three of my friends in the living room wildly bantering while watching Game 4 of the World Series.
Picture this: an excitable Jewish lad (JL), an Egyptian-born linebacker (EL), an upstate hick suffering from a severe case of mononucleosis (Mono), and me (Me).
We sit in a 10×12 room, eating Chinese food with a single lamp in the corner lighting our surroundings. JL stands on the couch, Me and EL share a couch and saut