We are a baseball house.  Our boys love it, Mrs. RCS and I love it.  Half of my kids’ t-shirts are baseball-themed (my oldest is in a big Mookie Betts phase).  We talk about baseball all year. Do the math. We’ve been taking our boys to Braves games for as…

It feels like we are coming out of the sports dead zone.  Since the end of college football, all we’ve had are NFL and NBA (yawn), college basketball (SEC dominance), and some golf (which is a complete disaster right now – more on that later).  Pitchers and catchers reported last…

I’m back at it with Turtlebox this Friday morning…celebrating the release of their new speaker, the RANGER. I’m planning on getting two or three; they are perfect. How about we celebrate with some peak Allman Brothers Band at the Atlanta Pop Festival from 1970? Sit back. Relax. Let it hit…

Most of the time, I just want to listen to the Allman Brothers with a barbecue sandwich and a six- pack of beer, on a dock, in a Southern swamp. Maybe throw in a pack of Marlboros and another six-pack or a bottle of whiskey. I want Duane Allman and…