Martin Bihl was born in New York City the year William Faulkner died. He writes long sentences, reads old books, drinks rare whiskies, travels widely, listens to Bill Evans, and does not suffer fools, liars, or frauds. In addition to writing about sport, he creates advertising, teaches it at a variety of Universities, writes about it at the-agency-review.com, speaks on it at conferences, and consults with companies about doing it better than they are. Reach him via twitter.
(Editorial) – There were songs. There were chants. There were tears and fears and the gnashing of teeth. The name…
Every year, it’s the same thing. You pick a handful of guys based on the previous year’s performance, you take…
(Editorial) – Compared to what was going on in New York City, it looked like a balmy evening on the…
Dear John Terry; I’ll cut to the chase. We want you at NYCFC. Now when I say “we”, I do…
When I told people I was headed down to Baltimore for the 17th MLS Superdraft, I was met by a…
On January 7th, NYCFC’s Schedule was released to a fanbase eager to revisit the pain we endured last year. Would…
It’s the beginning of the year, a time of new diets and oaths to moderation and patience and every other…
I wrote a version of this essay Monday night, hot on the heels of the news that Jason Kreis and…
A former – and recently departed – employee of the grounds that NYCFC call home was famous for reminding fans…
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