Bleacher Seats

Not Part of Your System

Why fuss about the way things are?

Kickin’ It Old School

Here’s a random, seasonal question for the older crowd: Who remembers waiting impatiently for the Sears Christmas Catalog?

An Alabamian Abroad

The allure of India.

Act Your Age

Musings of the middle-aged man.

I Predict

Time to start talking football. So, it’s September again. You don’t need a calendar to know it, all of the signs are there. The kids are all back in school, the weather is changing (only from “Sweet Mother Earth it’s hot” to “I’m sweating my ass off over here” hot, but it’s still changing) and… Read More

Calling all Cars

Especially the one I drove in with.

The Shape I’m In

The Dad Bod is all the rage these days. 

What the Doctor Ordered

Brunching with the Boys at Brennan’s.  By Luke Robinson January 28, 1990 was all set to be a fabulous day for a group of Alex City residents. A gaggle of Tallapoosa County’s elite had made their way down to New Orleans to witness Super Bowl XXIV featuring the Denver Broncos versus the San Francisco 49ers…. Read More

The Eagle has Landed

  My son finds fandom with Philadelphia.  By Luke Robinson The Super Bowl has never meant that much to me. Like many of you, I am a college football guy. I prefer to root for teams whose players only allegedly get paid rather than those who get taxed on their earnings. My ambivalence towards “The… Read More

You Win

Support the U.S. Women’s Open.
By Luke Robinson

In the Long Run

26.2 is all you have to do.    By Luke Robinson Marathons are so cool. All those determined athletes grouped up to nearly-sprint from Chelsea to Sylacauga while their feet ache and their nipples bleed for the sole purpose of scratching the accomplishment off of their bucket list.  It takes months of training and sacrifice… Read More