Author: Hal McCoy

By HAL McCOY UNSOLICITED OBSERVATIONS from The Man Cave after an embarrassing loss to my wife, Nadine, in a backyard

By HAL McCOY UNSOLICITED OBSERVATIONS from The Man Cave, refusing to watch all those replays of past World Series and

  By HAL McCOY UNSOLICITED OBSERVATIONS from The Man Cave, watching our puppy, Quinn, go bonkers when I mention the

By HAL McCOY UNSOLICITED OBSERVATIONS from The Man Cave, sitting here in my tattered terry-cloth robe that reeks of cigar

By HAL McCOY UNSOLICITED OBSERVATIONS from The Man Cave, going stir crazy, not from being locked up, from stirring cups

By HAL McCOY UNSOLICITED OBSERVATIONS from The Man Cave while contemplating leaving the house for the first time since Sunday

By HAL McCOY UNSOLICITED OBSERVATIONS from The Man Cave, hunkered down with a refrigerator full of Yuengling Lager, Shiner Bock,

By HAL McCOY UNSOLICITED OBSERVATIONS from the Man Cave, hiding from the coronavirus behind a lit Monte Cristo White Label

By HAL McCOY It had to be done. It had to happen. It couldn’t be avoided. That, though, doesn’t make