After I did my column a few months back on Metallica and the 2010-11 NBA season up to that point, I realised something.
“Holy shit – this is a pretty fucking easy way to churn out some quick columns.”
Basically, I get a bunch of songs together, find something vaguely basketball-related that relates even more vaguely to [...]

Continued from Part I: Fairways and the Naked Truth

“We’re gonna kick ass!” I shouted, high-fiving my newly announced team members. I glanced at Sam. “Hope you’re up for it Franchise!”.
After a night of continued drinking and shitty sleep thanks to my new teammate (the “Crap Golfer”) snoring like a moose orgy, I woke pumped for [...]

My annual Golf Trip that distracts me from blogging for one week every December is not some casual, loosely-planned getaway. Now in it’s 8th year, it has become a regimented week of routine and tradition with almost military-like precision. There is an afternoon warm-up round, an evening dedicated to brutal drinking games, a full day of [...]