Observations of the Unlikely Fanatic

I've got no words. I'm three pieces behind, and yet all I have mental energy for is sitting on my bed watching hours and hours of ...

We all know the sporting cliches, the words and phrases supposed to pull from us the very last ounces of reserve. Give until you have no mor...

Writer's block is deleting every sentence you start, because the words just aren't there and you aren't making any sense, and no...

Depression is a multi-hued thing. It's also something that is still impossible to talk about without fear of recrimination, retaliatio...

It’s the end of yet another calendar year, a time traditional for reflection and thought. I, of course, have never liked my reflection, and...

We're damned if we are and damned if we aren't. If we're conventionally attractive, then we're bobble (or bubble) heads pa...

Every few weeks, I have this idea to write about baseball in a non-linear, non-analytical way, to relate the game to myself as we all do, as...