Curiosity can masquerade as a sneaky byproduct of procrastination. Inertia can then be intellectually rationalized. I have not written about the baseball season of two years ago nearly as much as I wish I had. Sometimes I think that’s holding me back from being truly present and productive. A life...

The eventual, consistent smiles when strangers understand my t-shirt in the featured image above.  Who doesn’t enjoy seeing a s’more as it chases itself down?  I love how completely clueless the graham cracker is…just stupidly going along for the ride behind the maniacal chocolate.  The marshmallow doesn’t stand a chance....

It’s never too late to start something that will take the rest of your life to accomplish. I wanna hit every MLB ballpark.  Lots of people go on or have completed this quest.  It’s absurd, really, how many of them I’ve not been to.  I get jealous when I see...

This beautiful Wednesday morning, after walking a happy 6 year old to school, we went for a bike ride.  7 miles from the South Loop to Hyde Park, sometimes on State, or Michigan, or Martin Luther King Blvd.  Through Bridgeport and Bronzeville we gawked at the incredibly beautiful old Greystones,...

The prototypical big, tall wide receiver or tight end is a fierce football weapon, especially on the goal line.  He is often a “coverage dictator,” forcing a defense to commit itself.  Also these days, “50/50 “deep balls are commonplace in both NFL and college football. A receiver is more valuable...

I will no longer commune and connect with my people every day from 9 to 1. That sucks. I love being a part of your day. The spontaneity and precariousness of live, interactive radio is unmatched, as is the genuine magic that occurs when a show gets rolling. Our show...

I don’t set out aiming to be political on sports radio….we’re your distraction from some truly awful things. We’re the funny papers. But sometimes the issues of the greater world come to us. Remove yourself from whether you believe Eric Garner’s killer should stand trial, or not. Seriously, take a...

Merry Christmas, 2017, everyone. Engaged, here. Very happy. It helps me to write about big stuff, process it, and then I always end up figuring I might as well post it. Love is best when shared. Last Monday night, Rubin asked why I packed up and moved his monster truck...

1-10-16, On an airplane. You make time for a solo visit to your sacred ground. The Boston Public Garden is spiritually comforting to me. It always has been. But this time I realized why. I think of the 10 or 15 long late nights with the best of college age...

He was my first son. There was a Lhasa Apso named Chrissy, a bat mitzvah gift to sister Adrienne who ended up mostly under my care all through high school. And I loved that little furball thing. Bu this isn’t about her. This is about Maceo Floyd Bringle Spiegel, an...

Matt’s alter ego, Reuben R. Reuben, once traveled the wilds of Los Angeles and Chicago, hunting, eating and occasionally cooking...

By Matt Spiegel On playing at FitzGerald’s, and then basking in fanboy happiness for Dos Lobos. FitzGerald’s Nightclub Tributosaurus became...

I’m standing in the whole between shortstop and 3rd, where Addison Russell might make a leaping throw back across the...