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Being a child of the 50’s, I love a good old shoot em up western. There was nothing better on a Saturday morning than watching Roy Rogers or Hopalong Cassidy or the Lone Ranger chase after the bad guys while you munched your Corn Flakes or Rice Krispies. A few years later I had Cheyenne, Bonanza, Sugarfoot, and Gunsmoke to continue my love affair with the western.

This love of the Old West has continued into my adult life. I enjoy a good western on the big screen. Unfortunately, I can’t recall a real good one since The Lonesome Dove series but I’ll watch Rio Bravo every time it reruns on TV. And I love reading Old West stories written by the likes of Zane Grey and Louis L’Amour.

Westerns are great for one main reason; you can always tell the good guys from the bad. The good guys wore white, rode white horses, could sing a good song, and were clean shaven, usually. The bad guys wore black, smoked cigars, and had moustaches. Now that I think about it, though, Hopalong was an exception to that rule because he actually wore black. You cheered for the good guy and you booed the bad guy. [Full Story »] 

Everyone has a “Bucket List” of some type.

For those of you who may not be familiar with the term, a bucket list is a compilation of things you want to do or see before you die. Some people have lists for cities or countries they want to see; some may have a list for favorite restaurants, plays, books, or classic movies they have yet to experience; and for others it might be things they want to learn, like how to play the piano, speak a foreign language, or simply learn how to use their cell phone.

I have several of these lists but the one I want to talk about today is My Sports Bucket List — events I’d like to see in person before the Great Timekeeper in the Sky decides I’ve had enough down here. [Full Story »]