By Tyson Joe
Spoiler: We went to see "The Greatest Showman," and it's really good. Before I got married and then after I got married but didn't have children, I (and the wife) went to movies almost every week. No blockbuster, no rom-com, and no award nominee went unseen by us almost to the point that when films... Continue Reading →
Click here for Part 1 If I Needed a Winner in 2017 Gal Gadot I was incredibly skeptical of the Wonder Woman franchise when the character was introduced in "Batman vs. Superman" and that Gadot, a relative unknown at that point, was cast in the part. The stand-alone film in 2017 however far exceeded my... Continue Reading →
As the year comes to a close, we are all faced with the usual plethora of year-end lists compiling everything from "Best TV Shows" to "Best T-Shirt fabrics." Subjective by nature, these lists have the power to spur discussion, cause arguments, and in no known cases ever, change minds. In my case, they almost always... Continue Reading →
WARNING: SPOILER ALERT I was born in 1980 at the height of the Star Wars craze. While I never jumped all in, I had the requisite amount of love and appreciation that a young boy should have growing up (i.e. using a flashlight as a light saber, trying to lift the dog up with the... Continue Reading →
On November 1st, 2017, the Astros won the World Series and ended the third longest drought (55 years without a championship) in MLB history. In doing so, the Astros (and Dodgers for that matter) dazzled fans not only with their unbridled youthful exuberance but with a relatively new wrinkle in the sport of baseball. Offense.... Continue Reading →
"I'm back." One year, 5 months, 12 days (528 total days) passed between the time Michael Jordan first retired from basketball and when he returned in March of 1995. Two years, 5 months, 8 days (892 total days) elapsed between my last post on Outside the Box Score and today. You beat me again MJ. Ok got... Continue Reading →
My Astros fandom has been well-documented. I don't need to prove it. Ask my dad. Ask those closest to me. Ask Chris Allman, whose friendship began with me when I rattled off for memory every pitch in Bob Knepper's first inning in June of 1987 against the Cubs where he failed to register an out and gave up... Continue Reading →