You can define most men by the women in their life.  And that is especially true for me.  My dad was stationed in Germany for most of my formative years, so my memories of him are from only when I was very little.  There wasn’t another one to take his place either.  So more so than perhaps other men, much of my core was formed and modeled by women.

Two women in particular. [Read Column]

This is going to seem like the most sexist column I ever write.

One of my best friends just got divorced 5 months ago.  Make no doubt about it there is no such thing as a happy divorce.  Is there a cheerful shark attack?  A joyous bout of testicle cancer? Nope.

Divorce is a slow, bone grinding, soul crushing march towards what seems more and more like life’s greatest and most public failure … until you actually get there.  Then its like taking off a 100 pound weight strapped to your neck (and simultaneously your balls), realizing that you don’t have to be miserable and bitter all the time.  That lying in the fetal position in your living room with Enya playing is not normal.  All this just so happens to come with the biggest cash payment you’ll ever hand over … just to be able to breathe again.

In effect, you’re ransoming your soul back from Lucifer.  That is if Lucifer constantly compared you to her friends’ husbands, wore overly expensive shoes, and whined that you can’t read her mind.

I talked to him before the big decision to get out, during it, and now – throughout the whole process.  His ups, his downs, and his WTFs.  And after taking this harrowing journey with my best buddy through the troubled waters of Lake Estrogen and seeing the inevitable toll it takes on the heart and mind, I have devised a time-tested solution (composed of 2 parts) that will take the downed spirits of my good friend and redeem them back to the heights of eagles.

Sure, it might be an over reaction on my part in an attempt to help my good, good friend.  Sure, it might be me living vicariously through him as a newly single guy.  But my solution focuses on …

Hot Girls. [Read Column]

Scottie Pippen said last week that Lebron James may be, could be, might be, or maybe even will be … better than MJ.  That’s a considerable statement – comparing Lebron to the greatest guard to ever live and potentially the best player ever, the GOAT.  It has even more bearing considering Scottie’s own pedigree as one of the 50 NBA greatest of all time and as Jordan’s partner in crime.  I personally dismissed it as soon as I heard it, but I started to read on the Internet and encounter on Facebook people who actually believe that Lebron is better than Jordan.

Are we living in Crazy Land?!

Both they and Mr. Pippen terrible, horrible, completely wrong.  And here’s why. [Read Column]