If you didn't get to meet my "friend" Fast Eddie before the Tulsa game two weeks ago, you will today. He's that friend you have that just has a way of dropping in on you when you least expect it. He's ...

As I round the corner near the Bud's Broiler on Canal Boulevard, I see Fast Eddie on crutches, his leg in one of those plastic splints protecting him while he tries to master the bolsterers. As I ...

I really don't remember how we first met. I don't even know his real name. The moniker he goes by reflects a nickname given to a former governor of Louisiana. It's one he chose, not me. And he tends ...