Category Archives: New Hampshire Magazine
5 New Hampshire Mascots We’d Love to See!
Diner Replaces Plaque For Disgraced Politician John Edwards With… RuPaul
My fascination with the New Hampshire Primary began 24 years ago after chasing Vice President Dan Quayle around the Food Court at the Pheasant Lane Mall.
Six primaries later, I’ve been trailing presidential candidates around more upscale restaurants and diners (classier than the Food Court) for New Hampshire Magazine.
Here’s a fascinating tidbit that didn’t make the final edit.
The Red Arrow Diner, a popular haunt of local celebs like Adam Sandler and Sarah Silverman, honors its most famous customers with commemorative plaques screwed to the booths and countertops. You can plop your rear end on the same barstool as the Bare Naked Ladies or Rudy Giuliani!
But now, fans of former Democratic Vice Presidential nominee John Edwards no longer have a shrine to worship. When the Red Arrow ripped up its countertops during its fall 2015 renovations, the Edwards plaque mysteriously disappeared.
Might it have something to do with Edwards cheating on his wife Elizabeth while she had cancer and then illegally using political donations to pay off his mistress?
I bet all the “Bill Cosby Sat Here” plaques around the country are also disappearing. Continue reading
Why Do More Kids Choose Lacrosse Over Baseball?
Want insights on why more kids today prefer playing lacrosse over baseball?
That question has haunted me ever since my days as a volunteer Little League coach. And I got to ask it to Pittsburgh Pirates GM Neal Huntington during my ongoing quest to visit more “foreign” ballparks (outside of Fenway Park.)
You can read my interview with Huntington in this month’s New Hampshire Magazine. Relevance? He’s the son of NH dairy farmers!
P.S. Pittsburgh’s PNC Park is the most impressive ballpark I’ve visited to date.
Filed under New Hampshire Magazine, Sports
The Ugly Truth: Why I Really Won the T-Bones Restaurant Mascot Race
So perhaps you’ve heard of the 1919 Black Sox scandal? Pete Rose betting on baseball? Barry Bonds, Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa using steroids?
Hold on to your seat cushion, because I am about to reveal the most outrageous sports scandal in the history of outrageous sports scandals.
But you’ll have to read all about it in New Hampshire Magazine!
Filed under New Hampshire Magazine, Sports
My New Job: Official Mascot of the Paleo Diet?
Why is this steak smiling? Proud that New Hampshire has its very own meat mascot in the tradition of the Milwaukee Brewers Famous Racing Sausages and the Pittsburgh Pirates Racing Pierogis, I recently got inside the T-Bones restaurant costume to find out.
I’m sworn to secrecy about the outcome of the race until the August issue of New Hampshire Magazine hits the newsstands later this month. But I can tell you why the steak’s (my) hand is in front of his mouth below. It’s not because he’s bashful or because he’s burping.
It’s because that mesh screen above the steak’s eyebrows — the costume’s only ventilation and visibility window — kept bouncing up and down as I ran, leaving me blindfolded if I didn’t pull the costume taut over my face.
Thanks to the New Hampshire Fisher Cats for humoring me with this athletic opportunity. For baseball trivia buffs, that’s Minnesota Twins “Super-Utility Man” Eduardo Nunez watching the race action above as he pretends to be focused on his warmup tosses. We also ran straight past Twins outfielder Aaron Hicks, who was on rehab with the Rock Cats as well.
More to come…
Undeniable Evidence of My Undeniable Role in the 2013 Red Sox Turnaround
Why yes, I am taking credit for the success of the 2013 Red Sox. Back in April, my New Hampshire Magazine story foreshadowed the Redemption, the Faith and the Realignment of the Baseball Universe.
Be sure to read the story as part of your pre-World Series rituals!
Filed under New Hampshire Magazine, Red Sox, Sports
Opening Day Meditation: How I Learned to Stop Hating the New York Yankees
It’s Opening Day: Yankees vs. Red Sox — and let the gloating begin!
Based on the injuries the Yanks are battling with A-Rod, Jeter and Texiera, there’s a fair chance that Boston and New York will be fighting each other to stay out of last place this year.
Sure, celebrating would be premature at this point, but fans in Baltimore, Toronto and Tampa Bay have to like their chances in the AL East where the Sox and Yanks used to trade off the division title and the Wild Card every season.
Before the Sox took their depressing nose dive, I surprised my son with a Yankee Stadium trip to see the home team when Sox-Yanks tickets at Fenway were simply unaffordable. To my surprise, I liked many of the people sitting around me despite my lifetime of regarding Yankees fans as arrogant, obnoxious punks. You can read my humble attempt at a Nobel Peace Price nomination in the April issue of New Hampshire Magazine, on newsstands now.
I love this cover, especially since New Hampshire was recently ranked as the Least Religious State in America by the Pew Research Center. The Red Sox is a more popular religion around here than Christianity, Judaism, Islam and Hinduism combined.
We left no New Hampshire baseball angle unexplored, even tracking down Carlton Fisk’s 1963 high school yearbook. He’s the guy holding the trophy on the far right.
You can read the full story here.
Filed under New Hampshire Magazine, Red Sox, Red Sox Schlock
Is Being a Red Sox Fan a Religious Experience?
I’m absolutely thrilled with how this story came out and can’t wait for it to hit the newsstands on April 1.
From the inner thoughts of former Red Sox catcher Gary Allenson, now the manager of the New Hampshire Fisher Cats, to snapshots from Carlton Fisk’s high school yearbook, you won’t want to miss this comprehensive analysis of the Granite State’s contributions to Red Sox culture.
And if you care about doctors, medicine and that kind of stuff, there’s some additional non-baseball information, too.
Props to New Hampshire Magazine‘s new art director, J Porter, for this phenomenal cover.
(The research for this story was even more fun than my research on the Red Sox – Yankees T-Shirt Wars).
Filed under New Hampshire Magazine, Red Sox Schlock
Planet Fitness Will NEVER Judge Me
So, after months of not using my Planet Fitness membership, I walked in tonight, stared the front desk guy in the eyes and asked, “Are you REALLY a No Judgment Zone?” I told him I hadn’t gone to the gym in months but needed a new membership tag.
I was not judged. Then, I used the bathroom, walked a lap around to see some of the machines I am not using and then walked out the door so I could go pick up my daughter. The guy at the desk did not give me a judgmental look at all.
During last January’s New Year’s Resolution season, I wrote about my “Weighting For Validation” for New Hampshire Magazine, exploring the popular gym chain’s ban on locker room scales to protect their customers’ body image. Really.
I wondered then as I wonder now: Would Planet Fitness judge me if I stood there and proceeded to eat purple Tootsie Roll after purple Tootsie Roll (their trademark promotional gimmick) from the reception desk candy dish — and then considered my workout complete? Still LOVE those Tootsie Rolls, though I didn’t see any when I got my new membership card. Hope they haven’t scrapped the program.
The Joy of Broken Ribs: Why I can humbly claim to be the Tom Brady, Carlton Fisk and Kerri Strug of Experiential Journalism
So, yeah, it might be a bit cocky to publicly declare myself to be Carlton Fisk, Tom Brady and Kerri Strug all rolled into one, but I have to get some kind of return on my $200 rib X-ray.
My endless fascination with Mud Races spills out on the pages of New Hampshire Magazine this month. Find out why when I learned that I broke a rib in the Warrior Dash, I was insanely and inexplicably happy.
Click on the links below for the PDF recap (I’m still stubbornly clinging to the charms of print layout):
And then hop on over to New Hampshire Magazine to see how, where and when YOU can ruin your best pair of sneakers this summer!
P.S. Yes, I do know that Kerri Strug broke an ankle in the Olympics and not her ribs. Nevertheless, I am honored to be mentioned in the same sentence as her (even though I wrote that sentence).