Pedal Strike

Did I really write a half-sentimental, verging on fuzzy-wuzzy post on bike polo yesterday?

Yeah, yeah I did.

Wow. That’s kind of embarrassing. I mean, sure everyone who plays in Boston is incredibly laid-back, but the reality of playing polo is more “Fight Club” than “Sister Act.” More “Kill Bill” than “Snow White.”

It involves squeaky skidding, the [...]

In a former life, I would either be currently attached to a TV or in Kentucky, with a ridiculous hat and a mint julep.

Because, hello, today is the Kentucky Derby.

The first of the coveted Triple Crown, I’ve dreamed of watching this legendary race in person for years. And back when I would have made the [...]

It’s funny how you realize how neurotic your whole entire family is when you spend some time away. It’s also, ironically, what makes going home so great: you fit right in, and you don’t have to worry about acting “normal” anymore.

I’m not at home, but I take comfort in the fact that my Mom is [...]