“To change planes at LAX or SFO, on the other hand, a passenger must stand in at least three different lines, be photographed and fingerprinted, collect and re-check his bags, and endure the full TSA rigmarole before slogging through a noisy, dirty, claustrophobic terminal to the correct departure gate. Traveling between Asia and South America, it’s a similar story. Europe to Latin America, same thing. Few passengers on these routes will choose to connect in the United States because we’ve made it so damn inconvenient. Heaven help the poor slob who tries connecting at JFK, which is broken up into eight completely separate terminals. In addition to each of the hassles just mentioned, switching between airlines requires that you leave the building completely and catch a train.”

US aviation failing? We’ve screwed ourselves - Ask the Pilot - Boston.com

“As a member of the Beaumont Golden Gators Cora received national attention when on June 22, 1986 he was stabbed after a game in San Antonio, Texas. Cora, who had been a first round draft pick, was waiting outside the team bus following the game against the San Antonio Missions at V.J. Keefe Stadium when two men called his name and then assaulted him. He was stabbed once in the stomach and once in the arm.”

Joey Cora - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

I’ve been cleaning out my baseball card collection over the last week or so, and I can’t count the number of times I’ve looked up players from my childhood, hoping to find out where they are today. 

I’ve realized that as a child, I was immune to many of the publicized shenanigans that are associated with sport, such as infidelity, drug abuse, and domestic violence. Back then it was simply a game to me. I can’t help thinking this contributed to my current attitude on sports in general, which is one of apathy. 

“In 1988, amid rumors that he was sleeping with the wife of teammate Ryne Sandberg, Martinez was traded to the Montreal Expos.”

Dave Martinez - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

When you’re a kid, stuff like this just doesn’t compute.

“Long unhappy because of his relatively poor salary in the period when he was hockey’s preeminent superstar, Hull responded to overtures from the upstart World Hockey Association’s Winnipeg Jets in 1972 by jesting that he’d jump to them for a million dollars, a sum then considered absurd. Gathering the other league owners together to contribute to the unprecedented amount on the grounds that inking such a major star gave instant credibility to the new rival league that was competing directly against the entrenched NHL, Jets’ owner Ben Hatskin agreed to the sum, and signed Hull as a player/coach for a contract worth $1,000,000 over ten years. Although his debut with Winnipeg was held up in litigation by the NHL, Hull instantly became the WHA’s greatest star, and with Swedish linemates Anders Hedberg and Ulf Nilsson formed one of the most formidable forward lines of the 1970s (known as “The Hot Line”), leading the Jets to two AVCO Cups during his time with the club. His best year was 1975, when he scored 77 goals to set a new professional mark.”

Bobby Hull - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

“His giant, walrus-style moustache is McDonald’s most defining physical characteristic and helped him become an iconic figure in the sport. He developed it in 1974, spending the summer seeing what kind of beard he could grow. Knowing that the Maple Leafs did not allow players to maintain beards at the time, he settled on what he described as a “normal moustache” once he returned to Toronto. Some time later, he was inspired by baseball player Sparky Lyle’s moustache and chose to grow one in a similar style. It became a symbol for the Flames as some fans took to wearing fake red moustaches during playoff runs. Razor manufacturers offered endorsements if he would shave it, which he refused.”

Lanny McDonald - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

And I have a new favorite hockey player.