Everything at a baseball game is a little brighter, a little sharper, a little more in focus. It’s a magical break from the worries and cares of everyday life.

Nice one, Cyril.

She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.

Skiing: the art of catching cold and going broke while rapidly heading nowhere at great personal risk.

At mile 20, I thought I was dead. At mile 22, I wished I was dead. At mile 24, I knew I was dead. At mile 26.2, I realized I had become too tough to kill.