Generations have trod, have trod, have trod

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod

There’s something mystical about feeling the earth beneath your feet. Bonus points if you can arrange for “Chariots of Fire” to be playing as your soundtrack. Simply running isn’t enough anymore.  In order to reconnect with our primal, natural selves, we need to start...
All Together Again

All Together Again

Something about the tourney reminds me of a family reunion, a bunch of people who come together once a year to celebrate that one thing that they have in common.  All those familiar faces reappear–a year older but just as crazy.  And isn’t that what we love?...
March Madness

March Madness

It all started yesterday.  The Sunday I’d been waiting for.  The night we discovered what the future will hold. Selection Sunday.  March Madness begins. It might sound ridiculous, but I can’t talk about the tourney without mentioning Holy Week.  Every three years or...
Linsanity: Because We Need a New Obsession

Linsanity: Because We Need a New Obsession

Everyone loves a good confession, right? Here’s mine for today: I hate going to the gym. So much so that I usually go immediately upon waking, preferring to be half asleep and therefore too fogged to realize what I’m doing. My loathing is mostly unspecific, and while...
Tebowing: a Reflection on Precision and Prayer

Tebowing: a Reflection on Precision and Prayer

During a recent visit to my hometown, I was intrigued (and more than a little amused) to note the amount of time and energy that my friends and family expended on their like and/or dislike of now infamous Denver Broncos quarterback Tim Tebow. Of course, these...