The extortionist at the Belmont Saturday night marked my hand with an indelible permanent marker. I suppose I should be grateful he didn’t tattoo my ass, but shit. Two days later, and it’s still as strong as ever. I feel like a male Hester Prynne without the fun part, unless you think sitting a few feet in front of a giant speaker, blood trickling from your earholes as a band performs way out on the cutting edge, creating pure white noise unencumbered by such bourgeois trappings as words and music, is an orgasmic experience.
Wicked Strong took the lead at the top of the stretch and held off Belmont Stakes winner Tonalist by 2¼ lengths Saturday in the Grade II $600,000 Jim Dandy at Saratoga Race Course. Read Post
In the early days of Saturday Night Live, the Grateful Dead were no strangers to the program. In didn’t hurt that two of the show’s main writers, Tom Davis and Al Franken, were big Deadheads. One of the group’s performances took pla... Read Post
Lots of reader pushback on Molly Knefel: Instead, that kid [who doesn't get a trophy] is supposed to get the message: If you didn’t score a lot of points, no one gives a shit about you. And if that makes you sad, or if you feel that... Read Post