To Be A Man, A Boy Must

While I Fear That We're Drawn To What Abandons Us, And To What Seems Most Likely To Abandon Us, In The End I Believe We're Defined By What Embraces Us.

In Manhasset You Were Either Yankees Or Mets, Rich Or Poor, Sober Or Drunk...you Were 'gaelic' Or 'garlic," As One Schoolmate Told Me, And I Couldn't Admit, To Him Or Myself, That I Had Both Irish And Italian Ancestors.

If Only Ed Fleming Had A Mother Who Gave Such Sound Advice. The Manager Of Wazoo's, A Downtown Denver Restaurant, Fleming Is A Csu Alum Who Has Been Darned Giddy About The Rams' Recent Success. So Giddy That He Donned A Necklace Made Of Pez Candies, A Red Blazer - And Nothing Else. A Few People Gaped (some Actually Set Aside Their Beers), But Most Ignored Fleming As He Strutted Like A Red-blazered Rooster, Demanding That All Hail The Mighty Naked Beer King.

Some Of Football's Gaudiest Displays Of Manliness Are Purely Aesthetic. It's Not What Players Do, It's How They Look Doing It.

History Is The Narrative Of People Searching For A Place To Go.