At its heart, it is a group of individuals that just love this game and look to add to it through research and statistics and their depth of knowledge about the history of the game.
Opening Day Countdown (Advent Calendar): Day 8 – SABR
Opening Day Countdown (Advent Calendar): Day 7 – 2021 Top Plays
Day 7 is a simple visit to 2021 and the top 100 plays of the season.
Opening Day Countdown (Advent Calendar): Day 5 – The 1884 World Series
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.
October 25
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.
September 21, 2001
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 →
The Triumph of Spring
Stretching in the Spring sun, my soul awakes. Winter’s frost swept asunder; melting in the infield chalk. Heart thumps awake from hibernation’s lethargy. Mind sparks forth from solemn sleep. Hallelujah, Awake my soul...Spring has returned. Autumn failures fall aside, stored away for skeptics. Each club stands tall in Elysian’s green grass. Hope emerges from Winter’s... Continue Reading →
A Sonnet for the Kid
A team, a dream, one piece more to greatness; Lost in baseball's desert, promised land sought. Power and grace, more myth than man - fates bless; Solid, steady as rock, from fire he's wrought. New life, new team as heart to hope is brought. A starved city rises up to it's feet. This man, this... Continue Reading →
It Hurts to Be a Mets Fan
Inspired by a Facebook page, I wrote the two sonnets below. The first is somewhat blunt in getting to the point (well, as blunt as poetry will let you get when trying to work in rhymes). The second was an exercise in taking the artistic, more subtle side of me out for a ride. Enjoy.... Continue Reading →
She is Almost Gone
She is almost gone. Pillaged like a vanquished land in the time of Vikings. Drawn and quartered by steel dragons. Barbaric to those that loved her. Tragic to those that knew her. Soon, all that will be left are some painted markers to be driven over. Names on uniforms have come and gone. Tears and... Continue Reading →
Standing at Third 