If I push like I’m Mean Joe Greene, every cell aligned, every breath funneled into that final energetic burst, I can get this kid out of me and have that turkey sandwich I’ve put off the entire day. Yeah, I know it isn’t your conventional Lamaze focal point, but I am hungry and the sooner I deliver her, the sooner I can satisfy my inner Ethiopian.
There are millions of people who will tell you football is all about family, a gritty legacy that’s been passed down through even the most skeptical generations, but for me, football has always been about hope and possibility. It has to be. I am an Eagles fan, and we were waiting until next year since 1960. I am also the daughter of that guy who centered the ball so perfectly, season after season...
Atlanta Rhythm Section (ARS) was the maiden 8-track I launched on the cutting edge Sony system my parents gave me, Christmas, 1970. Bright red case before the grey Bad Company albums and I was well on my way to becoming the ten-year-old DJ I longed to be when I would stay up late on New Year’s Eve and write down the top 100, song and artist, no holes. Creedence Clearwater revival helped me...