Monthly Archives: December 2013

When Belichick starts cracking jokes, you know it’s been a very good day. You tip your hat to the big fellow, for how he ran the ball. You know even if we weren’t blocking he was running someone over.

At dawn we threaded our way through shifting planes of blue islands, across a roiling canvas of wave textures. The opening up seems to take ages. By noon The Broads lay before us, shimmering within sight. We had nowhere to … Continue reading →

I cried when Corky wouldn’t take my check. He saw right away what an asshole he was being and pulled a Budweiser out of the safe. “There,” he said. Or maybe it was “Here.” I’d done the right thing even … Continue reading →