Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I’m a simple guy. I tend to watch a lot of sports. I find that sports helps deal with a crazy world that often has a lot of bumps and bruises. For example, I’ve written in the past how I feel that the National Football League (American football for the uninitiated) is a lot like... Continue Reading →
The baseball came out of the pitcher's hand like a rocket. A blur of white looked like it was headed straight toward my helmet, but then curved down and away at the last minute. I swung forcefully, but I was comically late. The pitcher, a teammate of mine named Jay (name changed), broke out into... Continue Reading →
I have to vent. I love sports. I love the competition and the thrill of victory. I love watching a group of individuals come together to work hard and to achieve a greater goal. Nothing else teaches life lessons and brings us together like sports and extracurricular activities. At high school graduation time, though, I... Continue Reading →
When the Kansas City Chiefs kicker kicked the football through the uprights on Sunday winning the Super Bowl against the Philadelphia Eagles, I started getting the teasing text messages from coworkers and distant friends. The gist of the messages: “Oh boy, watch out, Philadelphia is going to burn now. The fans are going to go... Continue Reading →
Super Bowl LVI will play this weekend to record crowds. In fact, the game is expected to draw 95 to 100 million viewers in the U.S. and perhaps another 40 million people worldwide. Viewers will switch on the game to root for the Cincinnati Bengals or the Los Angelas Rams, but a significant amount will... Continue Reading →
I grew up loving Major League Baseball. My wife isn't as big of fan as me, but she still likes to go to a game or two each year. As a treat to ourselves, we bought tickets to the Philadelphia Phillies game in late August against the Cincinnati Reds. We were excited about the game... Continue Reading →
When I was 8 or 9-years-old, I looked forward to checking our mailbox. I would get off the school bus and, before heading inside our house, I’d walk to the mailbox, reach up to see what the mailman had brought, and carry the mail inside with me. Most days, the mailman delivered my parents bills... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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