Nimble mastermind. Romantic radical. Saucy wanderer.

Kyle Whelliston was all of these things and so much more. Over the course of thirty-one years, he wrote 2,373 articles and essays for various online and print publications, as well as some books. As per his last will and testament, all 2,928,255 of his life's words have been collected here, in one place, for eternal posterity. Keep his flame alive. This is the Whelliston Memorial Library.

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Stardate 108-20110223 - Shootaround Deluxe
CHICAGO -- Every single one of the conference games going on tonight, and tomorrow, and Friday and Saturday too, were scheduled months in advance by a league office (or, in some cases, years ago). Some were circled rivalry games worth driving a day for, others were just-anothers.

Stardate 65-20110111 - Football Independence Day (Observed)
CHICAGO -- America has one more month in its ongoing annual quest to figure out how to allow violence to thrive in tightly-controlled, non-contaminated petri dishes. But as you might have heard, last night marked the conclusion of the Ugly Season.

Trickle-Down Transfers
As a prep, Jonathan Huffman was a 6-5 shooting star at Central Park Christian in Birmingham, just another wide-eyed kid trying valiantly to model his game after Michael Jordan’s. But then something interesting happened — his height shot up seven inches, but his hands remained small and soft.

Dribblings 1/17/2005 (Numerology Edition)
America East: Albany 58, Maine 49 (story) - We recently rattled off a list of conference teams that UAlbany could beat, but we didn't indicate a perceived ability to topple upper-division hopeful Maine. Since they were able to do so - up in Orono, no less - speaks to their meteoric rise through the America East ranks.

The Show
Twenty years ago, I was running a tech consultancy in Philadelphia with my friend from college. It was called The System Factory and his name was Steve. I don't remember much detail about our day-to-day business back in 2001 Q4, except that there were no good days at all anymore. We all knew time was running out.