January 2017

An Open Letter to Chicago White Sox GM, Rick Hahn

by M.C. Antil on January 27, 2017

Dear Rick: Understand, in many ways I’m just another bozo with a keyboard and an internet connection. But in so many other ways, I’m anything but your average, garden-variety sports fan. In fact, to the contrary, I’m not a sports fan at all. I’m a baseball fan. I don’t just live and breath the game. […]

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Uncle Phil and My Greatest Gift Ever

by M.C. Antil on January 7, 2017

The Syracuse of my youth had something for everyone, especially when it came to music. For whatever reason, even though the city was only about the fourth or fifth largest in the state, it produced a disproportionate number of musicians, many of whom would become working professionals, and a few of whom would go on […]

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A Bad Year for Rock and Roll

by M.C. Antil on January 2, 2017

A few years ago, I posted a piece on a Chuck Prophet tune called Summertime Thing that I’d heard one Memorial Day and fallen in love with. And like so many of my silly little essays, I just posted it on my site not knowing what impact, if any, it might have had on anyone who […]

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