Like most of baseball, I went about my day last Monday as I normally would. I didn’t take any time out of my day to visit MLB.com and listen to the coverage of the Hall of Fame from Cooperstown, the…
A quick memory of Johnny Podres, who died over the weekend at 75: Summer of 2001, I’m driving down to Lakewood, N.J., to cover the BlueClaws in a game that night. On the Garden State Parkway, I pass a Cadillac…
I don’t often read in bed anymore, another lost pastime swallowed up into the sensory overload brought on by digital cable and sleep timers on the TV. But tonight, as I spread out in the center of our queen-size bed,…
The Corner: Michigan and Trumbull, Detroit. This is the ninth in a series. Previous posts are: Atlantic City SurfTrenton ThunderCape Fear CrocsNewark BearsNew Jersey CardinalsNew Jersey JackalsStaten Island YankeesSomerset Patriots October 3, 1999 The San Francisco Giants finished their stay…
On August 21, 1983, I went to my first baseball game. Angels vs. Yankees. Uncle Paul, one of those family friends who’s not related but you call “uncle” anyway, was so excited to take me. “Aunt” Sandy was pregnant at…
As I sit here watching the Mets and Pirates (and the Yankees and Red Sox … OK, and the Rockies and Cardinals and the Brewers and Astros), I look at the batter’s boxes and remember how bad public fields are….
For five years now, I’ve been giddy with anticipation for the first or second week of April. For me, the start of the baseball season does not just mean the return of my favorite sport. It also signifies warmer weather,…