Posts by Nathan Graziano
The general manager for a minor league baseball team essentially oversees everything that is non-baseball related. From ticket sales, to promotions, to the maintenance of the facilities, to maintaining a good relationship with the city of Manchester, Fisher is constantly spinning plates.
That’s it. The Blonde Woman left last Friday, and she is never coming back. I’ve been staring out the living room window looking for her as those damn Golden Retrievers walk past my domicile, back and forth and back and forth, with total insouciance—as if my barking doesn’t register any sound with them, as if I don’t even exist.
On June 27, Manchester-native and Central High School alumni Zak “The White Hulk” Lansing made his debut at Power Slap 13 in a bout with Ro Montana at The Fontainebleau in Las Vegas.
I wrote about an accident that I had in February in this column when it happened. In short, I was moving a futon into my basement, skipped a step on the stairs and face-planted, breaking my nose and fracturing my two front teeth. As it turned out, my front teeth needed to be extracted and replaced with dental implants and new crowns.
It is an idyllic summer evening at the outdoor tiki bar at KC’s Ribshack in Manchester. The sun is starting to set, and a light breeze cuts through the packed crowd on a Tuesday evening as Nate Comp and Paul Costley take the stage, as they do every Tuesday evening—with rare exceptions—and as they’ve done on Tuesday evenings in various locations for the past 15 years.
I’m not originally from Manchester, but I’ve lived here long enough to know that speaking ill of the Queen City’s native son Adam Sandler can teeter on blasphemy, so I’ll try to tread lightly here.
“Many of our players live and die by their walk-up songs,” said the New Hampshire Fisher Cats’ general manager Taylor Fisher. “They love it.”
I have a mental illness. As multiple MAGA supporters have pointed out to me, I suffer from a crippling case of Trump Derangement Syndrome (TDS), and I need help.
I love beer. I love domestic beers and foreign beers and craft beers. I love beer from bottles and beer from cans and beer from taps. I love stouts and lagers and IPA’s and pilsners. I love regular beers and light beers. I love drinking beer and buying beer and thinking about buying and drinking beer. I love a beer in the shower and a beer after work and a beer before bed.
In the piece, I included an excerpt from my 2012 book, “Hangover Breakfasts.” Afterward, I received a couple of emails from readers telling me that they enjoyed the excerpt and wanted to know where they could find the book.