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.
It’s true that it would be more than a little gratifying to use this space to celebrate NYCFC’s first win…
While watching NYCFC draw Houston on Saturday, it began to dawn on some in the stands that someone running around…
The loss to Real Salt Lake on May 23rd, especially on the heels of last week’s heroic draw against the…
To remember everything is a form of madness, especially when you’ve been having as bad a run as NYCFC have…
It was the best of games, it was the worst of games, it was a game of wisdom, it was…
It would be easy to simply complain about NYCFC’s loss on Sunday at Yankee Stadium to Seattle. All one would…
The snake has the mongoose, the worm has the early bird, and of course the Roadrunner has the Coyote. Rivals…
Everyone who proudly wears Man City Blue and is happy to see the door hit April in the behind, please…
On the banks of a river named for Native Americans and not a North Holland town, an Englishman wrote that…
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