Meet the Mets, Doc and Lenny, at the Chiefs game

When my terrific daughter Elisabeth texted me earlier this week with the simple question: “Do you want to tailgate at the Chiefs game this Saturday?” it took me two seconds to type back some combination of the word Yes and Saturday. The night before, my dear wife Karen had flashed a Syracuse Chiefs Facebook promo…

A suite night at the stadium

It was not a run-of-the-mill visit to the old ballpark the last time out to see the Syracuse Chiefs. My dear wife Karen had some big news for me with her text. Her co-worker and our friend Marlene invited her to the SMG suite for a Friday night International League game against the Indianapolis Indians.…

Go Terps Go, onto the Super Regionals

I stayed up until 2 this morning, watching my Maryland Terrapins beat the UCLA Bruins on the baseball diamond in an NCAA Tournament elimination game on ESPNU. My squad beat the defending national champion, the No. 1 team in the country right now, too, for the second time in three tries in a four-day stretch,…

Our little league outlasts the rain to start fresh

In thundered while DJ, Bird, Marie and I played our first hole. I do believe lightning may have flashed fairly close to Northern Pines in Cicero, N.Y. But the folks in the clubhouse who closely watch the radar — they have a senior ranger in who roams the course in a cart to monitor speed…

It’s time for the golf league to start! Ka-boom

The Commish has been busy since the last time we made the ups and downs of Northern Pines in Cicero last September for our little golf league. Tweaks and changes for 2015, all good. The biggest was moving our weekly get-together for nine holes one day earlier, to Monday nights, scheduled start time, 5:45 p.m.…

An open and closed case from the mind of Jack Nicklaus

Tater topped KP and I again as we got the second of our three Syracuse Golf Show coupon rounds in last week, utilizing another sunny, warm blue-skied day to its maximum. The 18 holes that golf legend Jack Nicklaus designed for Timber Banks in Radisson, on the western outskirts some 20 miles from Syracuse, surely…

Student reporter’s paradise

“What happens when you fly over Los Angeles?” the stewardess asked me. Yeah, me, I thought, attempting to come up with a winning reply. “You land, I hope,” I said, lamely, not being quite that slick yet and never to see her smiling face again as I was getting ready in 1978 to begin another…