Since I live in the Midwest, I'm always happy to say goodbye to January. Generally, January is the harshest of the winter months. The rest of winter is no picnic either, and it's not like I'm happy to say hello to February. Personally, I find February to be far more depressing.
The beautifully captured moments are definitely truthful moments, but I don't forget what's behind them. Nobody I know leads a life of only rainbows and butterflies, hot tubs and wine. Friends are for Facebook. But also, friends are for Life.
A six-quarter Super Bowl would have 50 percent more football and double the halftimes. It would take about five hours. New records would be set in just about every category. Who wouldn't want to watch a Super Bowl with a final score of 73 to 68?
I'm sure you've met him, or her. That person who says he'll finish the project tomorrow, but tomorrow never comes. Or the person who promises to call as soon as she gets home, but you never hear from her.
The last two weeks have been rough in Seattle after "the game." Many of us can't even bring ourselves to utter the words Super Bowl; it's just "the g...
The "Like a Girl" advertisement that aired on Super Bowl Sunday was inspiring. And so are the many women and girls across the globe who overcome seemingly insurmountable odds on a daily basis. Let us not forget what it means to act "like a girl" - not just athletically, but in terms of human prosperity and a more just world.
While many people were focused on the Seahawks and Patriots during this Super Bowl, there were many other parts of the game setting off Fireworks.
Poor Pete Carroll. The Seattle Seahawks coach brings his team to the Super Bowl for the second year in a row, takes a calculated but unsuccessful risk, and gets painted by popular culture as a failure. Was it really the worst call ever?
It's still possible that in the not-too-distant future, football will head over the cliff and begin its slow descent. Like empires and powerful civilizations, no industry or professional sport is immune from the vagaries of excess and overreach.
Two NFL rookies dominated sports news last week. On Sunday, New England Patriot Malcom Butler intercepted Russell Wilson's pass and helped deliver the Super Bowl to his team.
This week began with "The Horrible Call" finally deflating "Deflategate" in a thrilling Super Bowl that ended up being the most-watched program in U.S. television history. Though Patriots rookie Malcolm Butler stole the main event, the halftime show's breakout star was Left Shark, Katy Perry's more-funny-than-fearsome, freelancing dancer. On Wednesday, the Obama administration scored big with FCC Chairman Tom Wheeler announcing strong net neutrality regulations, including "enforceable, bright-line rules" that would forbid Internet service providers from throttling connections or charging more for access to sites like Netflix. So now you won't have to pay through the nose to binge-watch the next season of House of Cards -- unless, of course, legislative loopholes are added during the sausage-making process, a la... House of Cards. Meanwhile, debate continues over Brian Williams and his personal "fog of war" -- though if the same level of skepticism and debate had been applied before the Iraq invasion, perhaps Williams, and the troops, wouldn't have been there in the first place.
The firestorm around Bill Belichick kissing his 30 year old daughter on the lips following the Patriots' Super Bowl win is absurd. And it shows how far we still have to go before a father's affection is the norm and not the exception.
As a Patriots fan, I say this: The Seahawks and their supporters should walk tall. Two great teams and two great coaches displayed the violent game's appeal.
The predicted Snowmaggedon of 2015 never arrived in Princeton, but that does not matter much to me when I find myself sprawling face-down on the parking-lot concrete next to my car. I never even saw the black ice. I just screamed and tasted blood in my mouth after I hit the ground. My whole body hurts.
You know what, though? I am no black sheep. I am no failure. I thought I had been living my life wrong; that I was inept. And, yes, compared to your fast-moving, perfectly timed Right Shark, it may appear that I have no goddamn clue what is going on.
While I never shared or understood his passion, it seemed important to him that I at least took some interest in it. But after several attempts to understand the game, even after he explained the rules to me a million times, I just couldn't get into it.