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.
Sunday was a milestone for NYCFC for a couple of reasons. On the one hand, they defeated a team that…
Prime Minister, novelist, and closet footie fan Benjamin Disraeli once said that there are lies, damned lies and statistics. And…
For me, Family Day at NYCFC began with babies and baptisms and ended in a barroom. To be clear, I’ve…
I’d like to step away from the sturm und drang of NYCFC’s loss to Orlando City SC and look at…
After the pain of the loss in Washington DC, New York fans were happy – and rightly so – when…
On my long drive through the mid-Atlantic night after NYCFC’s loss to D.C. United, I had the opportunity to listen…
Last week I was trading insights with Mike Anderer on Blue City Radio and he raised an interesting point about…
My feet have walked the green & pleasant pitch among these dark satanic mills before, but always as, if not…
Two home games, a season kick-off in the shiney new home of the Simbas, and now a couple of weeks…
We like to think that schedules are impartial. That like those statues to Justice we see in courtroom dramas, they…
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