Happy 110th birthday to Frank Zamboni, who left us in 1988 but still resurfaces periodically.

As life speeds by, nostalgia has a shorter pregnancy. Games still in progress are given the straight-to-sepia status of "Instant Classics" no matter how oxymoronic that phrase appears.

My first interview at SI, I sat in silence next to Guy LaFleur for five minutes on the New York Rangers team bus until he finally broke the ice. Those early interviews, every one of them was like a terrible first date.

Summer runs out the way a centerfielder runs out of real estate - slowly at first, then all at once.

I had almost nothing published until I had something published in Sports Illustrated. I started there as a fact-checker two weeks after I got out of college and was there for almost 20 years.

Happy 110th birthday to Frank Zamboni, who left us in 1988 but still resurfaces periodically.

I never learned the secret handshake. That may be one of the reasons I've grown to love English soccer.