By CJ Tiernan Naval gazing (which is neither a reference to a seedless variety of orange fruit nor a way of describing a look into the middle distance by a member of our aquatic armed forces) is inherently self-indulgent. To look back at one’s own work and choose which best stands the test of time is to stare in to the face of God, hold up a hand, and say, “I’ve got this, big guy.” It’s wrong. To gaze upon one’s own naval requires a mirror, which is a private, intimate thin

By CJ Tiernan You know what I like about a Minor League Baseball game? It’s an event. You go to a game to do something. It doesn’t matter who is playing, if you know the players, what the record is, even which team wins. One simply gathers a cadre of friends and family and dips into the ballpark. The sinister pricing system of the professional sports teams (and theme parks and airports and …) hasn’t infected them nearly as seriously, so you can go and still come back with a