I was away last September, traveling around Northern California with my wife for our 10th anniversary, when just before bed one night, I got the alert that Yogi Berra had passed away. Being on vacation, I wasn’t going to take the time to write up my thoughts. I posted a photo to Instagram and
While flipping through Google Reader last night, I came across a post mentioning a rummage sale of sorts at the Yogi Berra Museum at Montclair State. My first thought was, Cool! Glad I checked this post. The second thought was surprise that I hadn’t heard about it sooner. (A third, momentary thought was disappointment that
As a guy who once thought being an investigative journalist or baseball beat reporter was his ultimate dream job, I kept a lot of newspapers. I thought about the historical value they might have and dreamed of some large game room or memorabilia display in the sprawling house I would have based on my book
I forgot to take my camera to the Yogi Berra Museum yesterday for the Hall of Famer’s comments on the passing of George Steinbrenner, but it didn’t matter — there were so many TV cameras there that I didn’t have much of a view. My one shot with my Droid turned out pretty well, though.
While the American tenet that you are innocent until proven guilty should provide Roger Clemens with the benefit of the doubt, and while anything he may or may not have done with Brian McNamee certainly wouldn’t make him the only player of the last 20 years to do such things, I see nothing wrong with