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Monthly Archives: November 2014

Morning pages

Remember that time I called this place a thought collection bin. Well, here goes. Writers are supposed to do something called morning pages, where you push forward, writing whatever comes to mind and that clears your head for the day. I’ve never tried that before,

Invincible Blues

One of the great things about starting a site is that no one can tell you what to write about. Well, apart from Tim, I guess. I want to talk as objectively as I can about a subject very close to my heart: Chelsea Football

Two footballs, one city

Today, the NFL announced the next series of games to be played at Wembley Stadium in London, and one lispy Englishman was rather displeased. Roy Hodgson, the manager of the England national soccer team, has criticized the scheduling of the matches, as one game falls

Why Romo should sit on Sunday

I’ve been grappling with how timely these posts should be. If I were a hardcore newsperson, or a dedicated sports news blogger, I would always want a hook to my stories. It would be about the now. But The Tumult won’t be about just that,

Testing Nick Foles: Mark Sanchez as placebo

The Eagles lost Nick Foles to injury. He’s got a cracked collarbone and might be out the rest of the regular season. I’ve grown up an Eagles fan, so as some kind of sports writer, it is my duty to comment on the quarterback going

Confessions of a non-voter

A confession: I didn’t vote yesterday in the midterm elections. If anyone ever reads this, I’m running the risk of being called a bad citizen, a bad American, or, you know, whatever else. Let me be clear, I’m not defending not voting; this is, in

On the purity of golf

The body pulls back, coiled straight, then the angled arms start to cut the air downward, club in hand, eyes focused on the tiny white ball, unmoving, but impossible to dictate. But once in a while, for a golfer like me, the head of the

Running at home

I slid open my dresser drawer at home, in my room at my parents’ house. I reached in the dresser and pulled out an old shirt, light gray, stenciled with Concord Ruckus in a boxy print. That was my youth soccer team, from back in