On August 7, when Barry Bonds broke Hank Aaron’s home run record, my mother called to wish me a happy birthday. “A lot of folks are celebrating your birthday tonight,” she said. I was happy because I like the Giants. Despite his grumpy public demeanor, Barry Bonds is fun to watch, and as far as I am concerned, it was downright decent of him to break the American pastime’s greatest record on the day of my birth. Continue reading
This column ran on UPI’s Religion and Spirituality Forum on July 29, 2007.
So the Tour de France this year ended up looking more like a Grateful Dead show than one of the world’s premier sporting events. Continue reading