by Sean Lilly Sean Lilly went to his first baseball game on July 4, 1980 at Shea Stadium and has been driving everyone he knows bonkers with the Mets ever since. After writing and performing with Committee for Creative Enactments as an undergrad at Boston College, he worked as a sketch comedy performer and stand-up... Continue Reading →
by Thomas Keenan A week ago, I wanted to take on a new challenge in writing...to try to do something more sophisticated than a limerick (no offense to the limerick...I am a big fan). At the time, the Mets had just dropped yet another game they should have won and I was a bit down. So, I... Continue Reading →
Pitchers Best Friend Bases loaded, this will save the day. Pitcher on the ropes, he's lost his way. There's a mighty crack, The shortstop is on his back, The game ends on a majestic double play. Squishin Fish...Or Not What's it gonna take to beat the fish? Keeping them off the board is too much to... Continue Reading →
I wrote this in high school...My only explaination is that ee cummings was my favorite poet at the time. However, there is a reason behind how each part is written. The catcher comes to bat one out Pitcher due up next Pinch hitter Swing and a miss Two outs Down by four One out left Left-fielder... Continue Reading →
The wind whipped and howled around her as she grabbed a bag of groceries from the trunk. One strong gust of wind, although failing to take the door off the car, did manage to rip the folder out her hands. As her reflexes made a desperate bid to catch the folder, the paper bag went... Continue Reading →
It was the bottom of the ninth, home team at bat, World Championship hopes were about to fall flat. The fifth-place hitter came up with hope in his eye, But was quickly retired on a short pop fly. The next hopeful batter swung, giving it his all, But only came up with an easy, routine,... Continue Reading →
"In the beginning, there was no baseball. But ever since there have been few beginnings as good as the start of a new baseball season. It is the most splendid time in sport." -B.J. Phillips Fans of baseball know that so often we don't choose baseball. Baseball chooses us. Whether it was initially through our... Continue Reading →
The sun had set several hours ago yet the office around the young intern buzzed with energy. It almost felt as if the energy being generated from the building was emanating it own light and even powering the whole city. In some ways, what happened in and next to that long, six story brick building,... Continue Reading →
The Aging Hero sat on his stool and stared down at the black trunk. To anyone else, there was nothing special about that trunk. Barely larger than a suitcase - the old style suitcases, that is, not one of those stupid things with the wheels that tried to pretend to be small enough to be... Continue Reading →
Written in November of 1991. It was about seven months ago. The days were getting longer and the sun was getting hotter. The snows of winter had said their goodbyes, and the blossoms of spring said hello. It was seven months ago that the old mitts were dusted off and the stadiums were cleaned off. ... Continue Reading →
Standing at Third 