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This is attempt number two at writing this article. I'll start by telling you how attempt #1 failed horribly. I didn't want to keep anyone up, so I came down to write in the lobby of my hotel. There wasn't a soul in the

This is the SOC. And it's perhaps the most aptly named STREAM Of Consciousness post of all time. This is where I write out my feelings about the game tomorrow. And I won't edit it. I'll write a bunch of words, I'll

It's 12:14 am. I've tossed out whatever drivel I was writing earlier. I went to bed after that and then, because we had the windows open and because the breeze was blowing at just the right angle, the door to the guest room slammed shut

Every fanbase has its devastating moments. The Browns have The Drive, and The Fumble. The Red Sox, before everyone in Boston turned evil, had the Bill Buckner Game. Until 2006, my Cardinals had Don Denkinger; until 2016, your Cubs had Steve Bartman. These moments resonate in particularly powerful fashion when

It was hard to get this High Five rolling. Of course, THERE WILL BE CLIPS, but I didn‘t want to miss the opportunity to also share my “feels” from an amazing weekend in Houston. That said, I sat staring at a blank page and a blinking cursor for quite

I stayed on the floor for a long time. Well past when the team had finished cutting down the nets and had headed to the locker room. I didn't leave the court until the maintenance staff was sweeping up the confetti and taking down the stage. Truth is,

Call this another SOC if you want. It's 11:00 am on the day of the game and I can't handle my nerves. The only thing I can do to release this nervous energy is to sit down and write. And so I'll write