Author Bio & Stories

  • January 19, 2013
    Harbaugh v. Harbaugh

    I first saw Jim Harbaugh in a grocery store in Evansville, Indiana, where I was raised, his arm half-cocked, staring into the middle-distance of some 1991 defense, on a black-and-blue football card. H-A-R-B-A-U-G-H. I asked my father, lugging Busch Lite and laundry detergent, if this man was really a Harbaugh like us.