Our former president once joked that C students could one day become president themselves, to which your editor asks: why bother with politics when you could be the next Ken Vining? Part five in a series.
Even when there are two, there can be only one, and you already know who it is. Part four in a series.
At the decade’s end, it really only matters what you value. Hilarity, for example, can be a reasonable substitute for pride. Part three in a series.
When are 96 wins no better than 90, and when are they even worse than 89 (which were technically 88 in the first place)? When you’re the Chicago White Sox, that’s when. Part two in a series.
It’s not who you think it is, but it’s exactly who it should be. Part one of a series.
