A great gift for the holidays

In today’s era of nonstop information and updates, being a sports fan is great. No matter what time of day or year it is, you can always find some sort of story or update about whatever sport it is you are interested in. In addition to the major networks and enterprises like ESPN and ABC, there are also infinite amounts of people like me who just want to spread even more information and/or opinions.

That’s great and all (and sometimes really fucking annoying), but with sports journalism, much like other areas of journalism, there’s nothing like a great book. Growing up I wasn’t an avid reader, so if I read anything it was most likely about sports, and over the years I’ve read some good ones, including favorites Pistol: The Life of Pete Maravich by Mark Kriegel, The Fab Five by Mitch Albom, The Book of Basketball by Bill Simmons, and most recently The Jordan Rules by Sam Smith. If you like basketball I highly recommend all of these books.

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However, before Rules, I read what is considered to be possibly the greatest basketball book ever written, The Breaks of the Game by David Halberstam. Written in 1981, Breaks covers the late 1970s Portland Trail Blazers teams, particularly the seasons that came after their one and only championship in 1977, whose team is still considered to be one of the greatest of all time. Among learning about the players and coaches that were part of the Portland organization, the book also discusses issues and topics that pertain to that time period that still exist today, like race, the length of the NBA season, greed, and teamwork. It’s everything you would want to know about a team, and Halberstam does it with the kind of smart writing you don’t usually see in a sports book.

Here are a few excerpts from Breaks:

Referring to Bill Walton, who in 3 years of playing at UCLA won 2 NCAA championships and wound up finishing with a college career record of 86-4.

‘In his senior year Walton talked with Wooden about his need to smoke marijuana after a game. He asked for permission to go back to his motel room or his apartment after a big game and smoke. He needed this, he said, to relax. It took him hours to come down from the excitement of competition. Wooden said he was absolutely against it. Walton insisted; he was so tense after a game it was costing him sleep and affecting his readiness for succeeding games. Finally, reluctantly, Wooden had given his permission. All right, he had said, but don’t tell your teammates about it. ‘

While stuck at an airport due to poor weather, one of the assistant coaches was trying to get Dick Bavetta, one of the most recognizable NBA refs of all time, onto a flight.

‘He was talking with one of them, Dick Bavetta, about George Gervin, the San Antonion guard, slim, graceful, known as The Iceman. Ice had scored fifty points the night before. ‘A few weeks ago I refereed a game with San Antonio,’ Bavetta said. ‘We were ready to start the game but the ball didn’t feel quite right. A little soft, you know. So I threw it to Gervin. ‘How’s it feel, Ice?’ I asked. Ice bounces it once or twice, throws it back and shrugs. ‘A ball’s a ball,’ he said. Scored forty-five points that night. It doesn’t look like he’s doing it, and you think to yourself, Ice isn’t doing it tonight, and then you check at the end of the game, forty-five points.”

The Philadelphia 76ers were a rival for Portland, being the team they would beat to win their only championship in 1977. During those years Philly remained tough, and they are often referenced in the book.

‘There was Daryl Dawkins, the man-child, his fifth year in the league, only twenty-three years old, 6’11”, 265 pounds, all, it seemed, muscle. His game had not caught up to his body but the potential, was always there…They thought Dawkins limited by a fatal tendency towards kindness and happiness. He had invented an imaginary planet and called it, of all things, Lovetron. He still loved to dunk, and earlier that year had done so with such force that he shattered a glass backboard in a game against Kansas City. That had sent a rival player, Bill Robinzine, running, his hands over his face as the glass fell. Dawkins, who liked to give names to his dunks, had named that one his “Chocolate Thunder Flyin’ Robinzine Cryin’ Teeth Shakin’ Glass Breakin’ Rump Roastin’ Bun Toastin’ Wham Bam Glass Breaker Am Jam.”

‘But it was not just the leaping ability. It was The Doctor’s hands. They were huge and yet surprisingly delicate, with extremely long fingers. It was odd, Gross (Portland player) suspected, for a player to be so fascinated with another player’s hands, but Julius Erving had beautiful hands. They allowed him to hold the ball lightly and yet still control it, to do tricks with the ball, to drive past the basket and then at the last minute to score by putting all sorts of different spins and reverse spins on the ball in ways denied mere mortals with mortal hands…There was only one thing a generous God had denied Julius Erving, Gross thought, and that was a great jump shot. He had a good one but not a great one. Everyone who played against him was thankful for that.’

At the start of the 1980 season, Bill Walton was recovering from one of his many infamous injuries, which he would unfortunately endure for most of his career. However, when playing, he is referred as one of the best of all time, at that time.

‘In his first exhibition game against the Lakers, Walton played with great skill and almost embarrassed Kareem. That he could be away from the game for so many months and then come back and find his timing and rhythm so quickly was striking. But a few days later, in another game, his left foot began to hurt again and he took himself out….Irv Levin was no longer talking positively about having signed Walton. He admitted he might have been remiss in having him checked out more carefully before the signing. A local doctor named Richard Gilbert, podiatrist for the San Diego Chargers and a consultant for the Clippers, had not seen Walton’s feet until long after the signing. His feet were so bad, Gilbert told friends, that they did not have to be fractured for him to be out. What was amazing about Walton, Gilbert told colleagues, was that he had been able to play at all and have so remarkable a career. During all of this Walton was terribly subdued. ‘

The Fab Five was probably my favorite book growing up (I think I read it 6 times), and I really enjoyed and was surprised by reading The Jordan Rules, but I came away from Breaks like I did after I read The Godfather and Jaws – I just thought it was one of the best things I’ve ever read.





Wilma Amalia Ballis Roberts, age 91, of Forked River NJ died peacefully on Thursday November 27, 2014. She was the oldest child of Joseph and Frieda Ballis. Born in Elizabeth, NJ she lived there until she married. After raising her family in Piscataway, she retired first to Lanoka Harbor, then to her dream home in Forked River in 1985. After graduating high school (where she played the trombone and cello) she worked a series of jobs in New York City (taking the ferry over from Elizabeth) – Later, she was a manager of a physician’s office for 19 years. She exemplified a German/Lithuanian young woman while growing into a true Jersey Girl (as a youngster enjoying weekly trips to the Jersey Shore).

She would later meet her husband, James H. Roberts on a Labor Day Weekend, walking the Seaside Heights boardwalk. A story she never tired of sharing, where “Jesse” walked up to her and her girlfriends and asked “Are you girls from Elizabeth?” … “He just guessed!” – He was in the Navy and traveled while writing what she called the “epistles” – they were madly in love and would enjoy a full life together at home with family or cruising and sailing the blue seas. Bickering and laughing, always.

Wilma went full force into all that she loved, was a skilled seamstress who could sew, knit, quilt, and needlepoint. She would go on to create everything from baby booties, wedding dresses, draperies, slipcovers, pillows, even large canvas framed needlepoints. It didn’t stop there, as her thumb was green, her pots were worn and her songs were heard throughout the house. She loved fashion, music, driving, fine art, family photographs, fresh vegetables, delectable cuts of meat and fish, her soaps, and a mandatory shower before bed. Most importantly, it was about being close to those whom she loved. She was known for having a sharp sense of style and a quick wit, she loved to talk!

She was active in All Saints Lutheran Church in Piscataway, singing in the choir and playing piano. She was a member of the Altar Guild at Redeemer Lutheran Church and later, Village Lutheran Church in Lanoka Harbor, NJ.

Wilma loved the beach and ocean and enjoyed vacationing summers on Long Beach Island, with her family and husband, “Daddy” – she was a skilled surf caster, sploosher, fisher, and wearer of hats (nearly no wrinkles at age 91). Upon returning to Forked River she enjoyed flounder fishing in Barnegat Bay, on her boat, Aurora. Wilma did not shy of nature; she loved her pets (poodles and cats) and was very kind to her backyard birds. She was a big supporter of the Humane Society, the Lakota Indians, and our local Popcorn Park Zoo. She was an avid swimmer “25 miles a day!” and water & land aerobic enthusiast who participated in these activities with a group of her friends regularly. She swam into her late 70’s, until she “started to sink” – There’s that wit.

She was devoted to her family and stood as a beacon of hope and help to those of us who came to her with our troubles and triumphs. She truly loved and honored her role as Mother and made all feel welcome when beside her. Wilma is predeceased by her husband, James H. Roberts, her brother Robert Ballis, and her parents. She is survived by her children, Paula Marie of Bar Harbor, ME, Norman Roberts, Adrienne Andrews of Forked River, NJ, and Joseph Roberts of New Plymouth, New Zealand. As a Nana, she was cherished by 5 grandchildren; Nathan, Heidi, Ashley, Jasmine, and Isabelle. Along with her great grandchild, Samuel Andrews, and her beloved friends, Marilyn, Ruth, Eleanor, John, Adrienne, Joe, Dolly, Steve, Nate, Sonia, Emma, and many furry friends. We find peace in knowing we will be forever warm under quilts and afghans. She inspired us all by the way she lived and through the examples she set.

A memorial service will be held for Wilma at Village Lutheran Church on Western Blvd in Lanoka Harbor, NJ on Thursday December 4, 2014 at 1 o’clock in the afternoon. Family and friends are invited back to the house for refreshments, memories, and food.

In lieu of flowers, donations are welcome to Save Barnegat Bay, www.savebarnegatbay.org or LBTBP Beach Wheels (609-492-0111)




Back to Business

If there’s anything that last season taught us, it’s that teamwork matters. Even with the greatest player of our current time in LeBron James, the Heat couldn’t overcome the San Antonio Spurs in last year’s Finals. Better yet, they didn’t really come close, and that’s no slap in the face to the Heat, who had a loaded cast. But those days are over, and the 2014-2015 season is about to begin.

There’s no reason for me to predict or argue which teams will be the most competitive this year; like every other season it’s obvious before the first game even begins. Teams like the Wizards and Warriors and Suns and Raptors will be tough and can win on any given night, but the real contenders are the Cavs, Bulls, Clippers and Spurs, all complete squads that have the right pieces to be successful basketball teams. (And the Thunder, but I just don’t see it happening. Trading Harden will probably haunt them forever, unfortunately. Yet like every other hoops fan, I’ll always root for Durant.)

Rather than get emotional and try to convince everyone (again) that the Bulls are ready to win it all this year, I’d rather share some pictures that Ashley and I took of Derrick Rose at a recent meet and greet at a Foot Locker in Chicago. Adidas was promoting the new D Rose 5.0, so they had Derrick come to a Foot Locker to meet with fans to sign autographs. Ashley and I were in town on a shoot coincidentally, so we couldn’t resist the chance to possibly meet him. I wore my Pippen jacket, went to Foot Locker, and after the first 50 fans were able to get inside, we got close enough to flash my ABC media card. Surprisingly, it worked immediately, and the friendly folks at Foot Locker let Ashley and I inside to take pictures. Like I expected, he was friendly, sincere, and spoke with every fan who approached him.

I was lucky enough to also meet Leon Rogers, a local radio DJ and comic who was the MC of the event. I didn’t know it at the time, but after doing quick research I’ve learned how successful Leon has been in his career and how important he is to the local community. He was recognized as soon as he stopped to talk with me out on the street; a great guy who was also moved by the event.

Right before I left, I made sure to shake Derrick’s hand and thank him, as it’s been nothing less than an honor to watch him play for the Bulls. He exemplifies everything that you’d want in a professional athlete, and after everything he’s been through he deserves all the success in the world, truly.

As far as the rest of the NBA is concerned, let’s all enjoy it. It’s a long season, but there’s a lot of good players and teams and people to root for.

Maybe not as much as Derrick, but there’s still a lot to see. I can’t wait.




2 girls, 2 dogs, 1 beach

it’s what we’ve always done, what we will hopefully always do, drag our dogs and ourselves up to the beach, and share hopes, secrets, and lots of laughs. love my girl and her new puppy, jasper. it was his first time at the beach and at one point chased after a bird and ended up in the ocean .. he got pummeled by a wave but recovered just fine. stinky on the other hand, tried to keep up with the energy, but just couldn’t … he is an old man and slept the entire day after our play date.

as quickly as mandy came, she went. but it was the exact spark of creative energy we both needed.




PEACE, 381

being months behind on uploads has become my thing,
i got no shame posting this backyard party from june.





I’m a few months late on posting these photos, but one of my oldest and bestest friends turned 30 this year. We celebrated. Then she surprised me in Brooklyn a few days later and we celebrated some more. That’s that!




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a peek in from instagram-land .. @ourbklyn for more … :)




write like no one is reading

I’m sitting down to write but I really just sometimes don’t feel comfortable writing anymore. I spent 2013 trying the method of self therapy where you write everything down, to release it. To deal with it, to do whatever with. I was really good at keeping up with it and now I have all those fucked up feelings, archived, to deal with. Proof of sadness proof of happiness. I have been journaling since I knew how to write and it has actually probably made me even more wacked out. But would I be better if I repressed things and didn’t talk about them (not even to myself, through writing) or would I be better off to move on and let things roll off my back easier. Who knows! All I know is that when I am feeling manic or panicked or whatever else crazy ass feelings ride through me all day everyday, I write in my head, and then I sit down and write on paper, but these past 6 months I haven’t been writing. I’ve been writing cards, and letters, and LISTS .. lots of lists of things to do things to see people to contact .. etc. I’ll also add I have been working harder then ever at several jobs that involve a lot of creative writing (but not for myself) which might have kept me from writing to deal with myself … just realized that.. through.. what do you know … writing! or typing, but I guess we can officially just morph the two together.

Growing up (I’ll never stop)(growing up) – I went through countless circumstances where my writing left me feeling not-good. Whether it was grades in school or my brother reading my diary or kids writing me mean (mean mean) notes, my online journals getting in the wrong hands, shitty ex boyfriends being shitty and logging into myspace or reading my phone when I was asleep. Words have gotten me in a lot of emotional trouble, they’ve made me emotionally troubled.

On the other hand there are experiences in human connection with the written word that have opened me up like whoa. Like whoa whoa whoa and I love love love it. Like love notes to your beloved, a random post card from a friend, cards for nothing, cards for everything, journals that stay yours, to-do lists, paid writing gigs, and lets not forget, the gibbah girls. Most of the time I don’t even know what I am talking about when I begin and thats the best part. It’s like dancing by yourself. Like whatever that saying is about dance like no one is watching, you have to keep writing like no one is reading. Because people will find their way into your heart and twist your words and use them against you and you will be misunderstood and you might feel ashamed and angry, become shut off and stupid.

Don’t become stupid though, is what I am trying to say. To you AND to me. I am trying to say to keep writing even if it makes you feel vulnerable and even if it makes everything feel like it’s all the more real because writing is like speaking but better! … because you don’t have to talk (I don’t really love talking to people, unless you get me talking and then I might not shut up, does that make sense?)

Write letters, write notes, keep an address book, keep a journal, start a blog, write on your sneakers, write on bathroom walls, write lists, write to people you might never talk to again, write to people you are yet to meet. Write for the people you care about and love and most importantly write for yourself. Listen, even if you write to someone else you are writing for yourself, seriously. Cuz sometimes I spend an afternoon writing to other people and sometimes thats just the best damn way to spend an afternoon. Go buy stamps, they are always changing designs, drop a stack of shit in the mail, mail yourself something too, whatever. It just makes a difference. I promise.

I can truly say that because I just sat down here to write something … I didn’t know what it would be. Beforehand I took one of those showers, like a really good long hot shower, where I had a fresh razor and a fresh washcloth and I even scrubbed my feet and used shaving cream … and I got out and I took my damn kelp supplement (does it help me? I think so) and I poured myself a glass of kombucha (instead of coffee instead of wine) and I wanted to write something because my mind has been RACING I’ve been so stressed in such a major way that I don’t even know where I am or what I am doing half of the time, but I am getting shit done it’s just so much shit and sometimes things all happen at once and it’s so hard to deal with but you have to roll with the punches.. right? So anyway I bought these black sea bass fillets and carrots and radishes and sweet potatoes and two crates of strawberries (they are in season, go get some) and I wanted to make Joe dinner but I couldn’t focus so I sat down to write and I wrote and that’s that and I am feeling better. It’s like what someone who loves to run or do yoga or surf must feel like after they do their thing. It has my brain waves going and I am off to make a yummy dinner and to enjoy my Thursday evening because I’ve always liked Thursdays.

Write On! (like Right On! .. get it .. haha.. anyway)

Ashley Faye

PS none of this shit applies to Facebook or text messaging both of which I think are a WASTELAND for writing unless it’s absolute fluff.









There’s nothing like a long weekend spent in Florida with a bunch of people who you really love .. and needed some quality time with. Joe was going out of town to work, so I took this trip on my own. Mandy came down and stayed … which was pretty amazing. It took no time for us to fall back into our routine :) We managed to see a Ray’s game at Tropicana Field … Caca and George are HUGE Rays fans .. so it was interesting to sit beside them.. after two extra (stressful) innings, The Rays won!

I really wanted to bring Mandy to The Ringling Estate … so… I did.. she loved it! We got so held up in the circus part of the property that we never made it to the art museum (sadly) — but the palace, Ca d’Zan : House of John – is what we couldn’t get enough of. The gardens, the marble, the glass, the paintings, chandeliers .. the Banyan trees, so many beautiful colors and views.

The rose gardens.. my favorite. We were so happy walking through and sniffing away
(Mandy, your favorite was “Elegant Lady“)

Both Mandy and the 60 year old store clerk convinced me to buy a John Ringling hat which I probably will never wear.. but is cute. I guess.

Afterward we headed over to St. Armand’s Circle, grabbed a bite, and shopped at Fresh Produce! This was my first time in Fresh Produce store and I LOVED IT! I’ve seen their stuff down the shore in a few different shops, and have noticed a few advertisements where they are gearing more toward a woman my age (both my Mom and Joe’s Mom LOVE FP .. it can be a little older lady..) We scored though .. I got a comfy black skirt that I will probably wear all summer, a soft white teeshirt and a mauve sweatshirt that is so comfy (skirt and sweatshirt pictured below) — Mandy got the white sweater she is wearing below. All well made, in America.. good stuff. Also, they blog! and are on Facebook! and other social media ..

We chased a sunset down Lido Key and ended up on a white sand beach to watch the sun fall into the horizon. It was so very picturesque.

The next day we beached it for the afternoon (Siesta Key) then ALL ABOARD onto LeBarge Tropical Cruises for a sunset booze cruise .. we call it “The Tacky Boat” because it has palm trees growing out of it and mirrored mermaids and a guy singing Jimmy Buffet’ish music (his name is CB, we became friends) … oh yeah, mixed drinks, too.

After we went back to the house, Caca and George just got back from a Rays game (they won again!) I busted out the bindis I bought everyone for the trip (third eye problems) and we played some board games.. and laughed a lot.

It was a great trip. Are you familiar with Sarasota area? It’s so beautiful down there.

iIf you thought this was a lot of pictures, check out the full album on Facebook! I just couldn’t decide which ones where my favorites… too much fun… :)




A MEAL – Burger

Joe has become the master of burgers. I needed photographic evidence (and we got a new light kit)
WARNING: you might become ravenous for a burger after this. Sorry!





So here’s the thing about me and P.J. (I can call Percy Jackson P.J. because we’re tight like that) The first things you need to know is that there are really two different series that follow along the same story. The first: Percy Jackson & The Olympians, and the Second: Heroes of Olympus. The first is slightly less difficult reading, more silly banter/ playfulness and less violence. The second series has a more mature plot, a tad more violence and a higher page count, on average of about two-three pages, but still keeping the banter and silliness we love.

I want to start out with the first book in the second series, because honestly, you should have already read at least the entire Percy Jackson & The Olympians series by now, and if you haven’t, climb out from under your rock and jump on this bandwagon….seriously, it’s a pretty rockin place to be.


The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan is the first book in the Heroes of Olympus series (which will be complete with the release of the final installment “The Blood of Olympus” this fall – please allow for an adult fan-girl moment…

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In this book I was all prepared to be let down when I realized that Percy, the main character/hero in all the previous 5 books, was not the main man in this one. To be honest it was a pretty big bummer, until I saw where Rick was taking me. The characters I was introduced to here became fast favorites and now seem inseparable from the Percy Jackson sphere.

Like all the books, this one revolves around the lives and problems of a bunch of half-blood kids. (Half-blood meaning half human, half Greek (or Roman (…wait WHAT? Yeah you heard me, Roman)) God, and as usual there is a God causing more trouble than the poor half-bloods are prepared for. This story though unravels into something much bigger than we’ve seen before….sure we’ve almost seen the end of the world a couple times, but never like this. Full of adventure, travel, and new and interesting characters, Riordan weaves a tale that will have you reaching for your copy of Edith Wharton’s Mythology*, and loving every second of it.


I always recommend these books to kids and parents, and people like me, with a longer than average infatuation with teen lit, because they are as fun and exciting as they are educational. Fear Not though readers, they’re not in-your-face “teachy”; something which I grew to resent as a child…like really, sometimes you just gotta let your kid read for pleasure; you never want books to become a chore, but because I KNOW that a kid has got to learn somewhere, these are perfect. Mythology, geography and some real life history are mixed in there; not to mention a boat load of smart, independent, resourceful teens. This is not a “Go Ask Alice” type of book where parents will cringe at what their children are reading, but a story where role models can actually be found! Halleluiah! HOWEVER….any super conservative overlords parents will probably have a problem with the 4th book in the series. Nothing I would prevent my students or children from reading, and actually a plot line I ADORED (along with about a million percico fansters) but hey, if you were the person that boycotted Harry Potter because of “devil worship” I would say steer clear here, no needless book burnings please!

This book is great for:
-Fans of Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Maximum Ride
-Girls sick of whiny female character
-Lovers of adventure and quest stories
-Boisterous boys
-Anyone interested in Mythology or ancient civilizations
-29 year old red-head librarians

* I always recommend this book as a great companion with this series. (Both the 1st and 2nd) It’s a classic and great because there are a lot of characters referenced in the P.J. books that are not commonly known, and this guide gives quick and concise information about almost all of them, adding to the overall effect of the book. Also, it’s always good to not have to reference the computer constantly. The internet is literally the perfect storm for anyone easily distracted, and you’d hate to be in the middle of an awesome book just to be torn away by a Facebook update. Use this book, and while other titles will filter in and out of your home library, I am sure this one will take up permanent residence.

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