I have always existed in a state of infatuation concerning night time. I do not like mornings; I love nights. This trait has become kind of a heavy burden to carry as I move forward in life as a father and husband.
Though I love to party, my affinity for the night life is unrelated. In high school, I went to school until noon, then “worked” the rest of the day at Pizza Hut as part of a program for kids who needed to be employed. I hid from my high …

There is certainly something to be said with regard to validating the old-timey wisdom of “Just do you what you really want do, and everything will take care of itself.”
It is a tempting path when trying to control one’s fate, and an altruistic approach to life and work. In that regard, I am abundantly fulfilled at having my own basketball radio show on the airwaves in an extremely historical, relevant and brilliant city such as St. Louis. It is pretty damn awesome.
Looking back five months ago, I may not have …

It has been a full month since my family took a weekend vacation in Daytona Beach. I was reflecting upon this earlier today after being asked about it. It was a good trip, but the key to our enjoyment once we arrived was simple: our two-year-old little girl loved the beach!
It would have been very understandable if she had been scared of: the crowds, the sand, the waves, the water, the ocean’s seemingly infinite qualities … but it was all good. Thankfully.
It is always an extremely trying and maddening experience …

In the near future, I will be re-visiting my high school gym to play basketball there for the first time in 20 years. This is a genuinely monumental event for me and is significant on multiple personal levels.
Once this event occurs, I’ll dive deeper into its related significance. It is an intensely personal subject with unlimited depth. But it involves my pure love of the game, desire to revisit my teen years and high school experience, to put a positive ending on a negative outcome, and finally reconcile something that …

It is always a very unsettling circumstance when you see cop lights behind you. Having gone through a wayward period during my teen years, followed by a notably wild run during my college years, seeing police lights in my rear-view mirror is certainly nothing new.
Anytime a pull-over does not result in an arrest, that is a victory of sorts … and if you can get out with no papers being handed to you, it is a total win. I did not win this round.
When I am actually not doing anything …