Letting the days go by, I let the water hold me down.
Born in the late Boom generation years, I discovered politics watching the House of Representatives Watergate hearings on TV after school. I thought Sam Ervin and Peter Rodino were cool. Created, wrote and edited the grammar school rag, The Daily Blab, with a focus on politics, sports and entertainment. I thought chicks liked smart kids at the time.
Discovered music from my older siblings’ album and 45s collections. I was the rare first grader who rushed home to play the entirety of Side One of Iron Butterfly’s In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida (long version, baby). Devolved to an appreciation for all things New Wave and punk, although celebrating my passion for The Clash or Talking Heads with safety pin piercings seems a bit extreme for my suburban sensibilities.
I play guitar. I enjoy it, but those who hear me play do not.
The New York Mets were my first sports love. I learned all my most frequently uttered profanities sitting in the blue seats at MSG during Rangers’ games screaming at Barry Beck to “for God’s sake, shoot the puck!” I play inline hockey to this day, and I am damn good…and modest. Now it’s Washington DC sports for me and a world of fair-weather fans who relocate in and out of town every few years.
Raised Catholic, raising my kids Catholic, and that provides my family with a strong moral foundation. It also provides me with ample comedic material and a healthy dose of non-violent self-loathing and a guilty conscience the size of Rome.
I’m a guy that loves arguing about music, sports, religion and politics. That way, I don’t have to talk about feelings.