A couple weeks ago, we traversed the Passaic in the morn to join the bugs and cranks for a base ball match between the Atlantics of Brooklyn and the Gothams of New York held on the grounds in Paterson. T’was a merrie affair played under 1864 rules and featuring great displays of athletic prowess. The
In (digitally) flipping through some old issues of Sporting Life recently, I came upon the following list, tucked into the bottom of the right column on p. 7 of the Feb. 27, 1915, issue. It appears to be one of those quirky little filler pieces once found in newspapers, but now obsolete with digital media. It’s
Midtown, 2008 A co-worker sent out an e-mail for an assignment yesterday, but added a twist. Next to each person on the list, attributed a saying, slogan or tall tale praising Derek Jeter, the joke being that Jeter is often adored/celebrated/defended by fans to the point of hagiography. This co-worker is not much for blogs
There he is. He pops up during the refrain in the final minute. He fades in next to Bruce Springsteen’s head, then fades out in the sun, back to Bruce. I’ve just noticed this report that says Bruce will be the leadoff act for tomorrow night’s Grammy Awards show. An appropriate place for The Boss.
The first baseball cards I got as a kid were from the 1985 Topps set. Those block letters set at an angle, colorful fronts and the moss-green backs with red lettering (like Christmas in every pack) still take me back to a specific part of my childhood, of the pharmacy down the street where I’d