Turf Monster

I just finished my morning workout. I grabbed my keys and my coffee from the cubby hole shelf. On Saturday mornings, I tend to buy a small coffee from the gas station near the YMCA. It chills in the cubby hole and every once in a while, between sets, I walk over to get a…… Continue reading Turf Monster


I grew up watching a lot of boxing.  As a kid, I remember going to my Tio Alvaro’s house with my parents on weekends to watch big fights.  The adults would adult, eat, drink, party while we kids would play around the house or play baseball or football in an open field across the street;…… Continue reading Punch