I hate kids. They’re barely human.

I’m pretty sure I got convinced to help my friend Andy coach a bantam travel ice hockey team. Maybe midgets. I can’t remember. There was a decent amount of beer involved. If I end up doing it, which I’m leaning towards, there should be some good stuff to write about. [...]

Fiesta Rice Bomb

I had a great idea for a post ready to go. And then I watched the Caps lose. To the Flyers. In double overtime. If it was my TV I was watching on, I might have actually thrown something at it. Down 3-1, let’s hope for a repeat of the [...]

Warheads (the candy, not bombs)

When I was a kid, my favorite candy was Warheads. Nobody remembers the Warhead for the sweet lemony flavor. You ate a Warhead because, for some twisted reason, you enjoyed subjecting yourself to the facial contortions the sour taste would cause.
Why is it that that bitter taste in your mouth always overpowers the [...]