Walking through the endlessly convoluted streets of Palermo last week, I began to notice a particular pitch of silence over the car horns and swallowed Sicilian vowels. Football was not making its voice heard. Read the rest of this entry »
Why does the dog wag its tail?
Because the dog is smarter than the tail.
If the tail were smarter, it would wag the dog.
Yeah, I’m losing my edge. Read the rest of this entry »
More than most things – and more than we often care to admit – football reminds us that genuine gravity and significance resides in the marginal, the ornamental, and the fragmented. Read the rest of this entry »
The avid follower of football would be hard-pressed to deny the satisfaction that arises from witnessing a sliding tackle. Read the rest of this entry »
