Arakotaram: Sports’ nominally blessed — and cursed
Last weekend was the 12th edition of my family’s annual Cowboys Weekend (read: 40 family friends using a Cowboys game as an excuse to get drunk and yell “let’s go Cowboys” in thick Indian accents as loud as they can). For the first time in years, we chose a Cowboys game that started at 3:15 p.m. instead of at noon. The three extra hours of tailgating did not turn...