Author Archives: letterson

Somewhere between a jerkwater bar full of empty banter and a trailer house of ill repute, the blacked-out-on-Beam Buffalo lost his jacket. A day later I found out this was his preference — to sacrifice the dull warmth of sobriety … Continue reading →

12 to go. The man diaper awaits me. Go Wild. But, really, who reads these anonymous posts? Frankly, this blog site is little more than a thinly veiled advertising engine for Bill Marcil and his marketing minions. Rarely do well-written … Continue reading →

What the hell happened to the body of this entry? Clearly some by-the-hour degenerate scrubbed my diatribe about Dave Hakstol’s fraudulence. Nevertheless I shall aspire to urge my amateur tongue onward. To Vegas, most pointedly, where security guards at The … Continue reading →

For those of you c-store criers who become profane at the sight of snow: quit bitching; the option to relocate is solely yours. All I wanted was a coffee, really. What I received in return was an unintelligible eardrum assault … Continue reading →

Well, at least the three Budweisers pushed out the pasta this morning, otherwise my Wild hangover would be insufferable. For reasons both sophomoric and unknown, I get twitchy in the aftermath of losing home-ice advantage. Not take-apart-the-remote control-ten times-consecutively twitchy, … Continue reading →

Blabby banter invariably flowed from my bonhomous baseball buddies during the cramped car rides we shared to American Legion doubleheaders in the summer of 1996. This banter salved the baffling insecurities that would often chafe our collective baseball conscience prior … Continue reading →