
Welp, Aldon Smith got arrested again. And now he’s been cut from the San Francisco 49ers. If you haven’t been paying attention to the 49ers this offseason, you’ve missed a remarkably hellish nightmare for fans like me. And this is like the icing on the cake. Except the cake is serious rubbish and the icing…

I recently faced a Dad-moment that I had been dreading for a while. It’s one of those times where your son faces his first major disappointment in life. So far my oldest son Ethan had led a somewhat charmed existence. He’s the one that: wins the giant Lego set in the church raffle, gets picked…

Since moving to the UK I have become a fan of the aptly named sport of Professional Football. It has been something of a unique cultural experience to actually enjoy this sport out in the open without having to apologize for my lack of insight into other professional sports that dominate conversations and Sunday afternoon…

This last Saturday, fans of the phenomenon that is College Football had a spectacular, history making event to enjoy. I’m sorry if this introduction doesn’t capture the attention of the other 6.7 billion people around the globe who don’t follow American football, but in summary: a 109 short field goal return for a come-from-behind win…

I once believed in greatness. Last week, my beloved San Francisco 49ers lost the Super Bowl. Although there was a fierce and exciting comeback in the second half, the Baltimore Ravens became the champions. Growing up in Las Vegas there are no local professional sports teams. One either inherits sports teams from family members, or…

I flew home this weekend to watch the Super Bowl with my dad. Watching the Super Bowl with my dad is one of my favorite things to do because he can pretty much tell me everything about anything. We had all of our hopes in the Niners for the big win, and I was planning…

The Replacements is on TV when I walk into the living room. I suffer through the last ten minutes, not because I’m particularly interested in character development (if you can call it that), but because of the score. Not the scoreboard—the musical score. It’s the fourth quarter of the game that could send the orange…