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.
I wrote this following the Mets/Braves Game on September 21, 2001 Somewhere in the confusion and fear of the last week and a half, the cold slipped by the summer and started to embrace the city. Winter reluctantly edged in on The Game. The Game and all her loyal subjects had invited Winter’s Autumn Advance.... Continue Reading →
Perhaps I don’t need to explain myself, at least not to die hard baseball fans and certainly not to other Mets fans. My friends and family certainly couldn’t blame me. Yet, I feel like I must walk through that evening, nearly three weeks and do just that...Explain why I cried after a June baseball game.... Continue Reading →
I originally wrote this three years ago, but I am re-publishing it today for obvious reasons. Football is my dads sport. If we didn't have something to fix in the house or wood to cut, chop and stack for the wood-burning stove, he watched football. He loves both the Giants and the Jets (I know,... Continue Reading →
Standing at Third 