I assume everyone here has heard of and uses Baseball Reference, but it is one of my favorite sites out there. It has changed very little and is a throwback to the early days of the internet. It is also extremely functional, making so much of baseball history easily accessible.
Top O' the Inning to Ya! Okay, I can't take credit for that (and I am not sure I want to), but if you are Irish and love baseball, maybe head on over to the Irish American Baseball Society website and learn about the great contributions the Irish have made to professional baseball.
Day 3 takes us to the Hall of Fame!
This classic poem tells the story of the Mudville Nine and their Mighty Casey coming to bat with the hero role all but sewn up. However, baseball is designed to breaks hearts.
It became obvious in a lot of the seasons that the team was more likely to lose any particular game, and while she hoped for the win, she knew what the inevitable outcome was going to be. So she learned to love each moment of the game. She learned to love each fielded ground ball, long drive, and innings with long rallies.
Christmas is about hope and new beginnings. It is about possibilities, starting over, and joy. For those of us who love baseball, oftentimes there is more excitement around Opening Day.
Even in such a mundane moment as waiting and standing at third, how he prepared himself for all possible scenarios that could happen once the pitcher released the next pitch could determine whether he was left standing on third and missing out on an opportunity or if his team won by one run.
Conclusion: My whole life I always assumed Divine Intervention lead the New York Mets to win the 1986 World Series. However, what if it wasn't Divine Intervention? What if it was the exact opposite?
My whole life I always assumed Divine Intervention lead the New York Mets to win the 1986 World Series. However, what if it wasn't Divine Intervention? What if it was the exact opposite?
I was a kid. A 13 year old entering into some of the most confusing years of my life. Arm issues left me incapable of playing sports and a crippling shyness left me unable to do much else. At 43 it is weird to look back at 13 and say I was lost in the world. I had barely taken any steps at all in this world at 13, but somehow, that is what I felt. Lost. Confused. Lonely.
Standing at Third 