by André Hardy, Sr.
Dear Football, I love you. You have been the love of my life for as long as I can remember. Everything good that I am, everything good that I will ever be, in part I owe to you. You were there for me when I thought all was lost. You picked me up and loved me when no one else would. Now can you please sit down? I have some things I need to say.
by Deborah Granger
Sports, TribeLA Magazine style will surprise and amuse you. The writer, former NFLer Andre Hardy is an MFA candidate at Antioch University, L.A. He writes hard-boiled, gumshoe stories with an urban twist and is working on his debut novel.
by André Hardy, Sr.
Propaganda, yes, but still, I sometimes get confused. For instance, whenever I wear hoodies, I find myself suspicious of my right hand, wondering if it might steal the money from my left pocket. With that in mind, who knew what stereotype would be triggered if Tiny Hands started using foul-mouthed locker room talk?