Business…here’s a new piece on why we need football season to start pronto.
Here’s one I contributed to, where I detail how my dear, sweet mother snaked me for a baseball card back in 1990.
Heading to D.C. to speak tomorrow at Saint Albans School for Boys. I’m pretty sure my story about that will end one of two ways.
1. I must say it was a pleasure to work with such eager, inquisitive kids.
or….
2. That’s when I had to snatch him by the collar and tell him who he was dealing with.
But there is a dilemma–kids of type 2 tend to tell the best deez nuts(!!!) jokes.
Y’all know about that barbecue?