I am a beginner. I am a plodder. I will win no races. My fingers find the Backspace key more often than they find the productive parts of a QWERTY keyboard. I could not have written years ago. I could never have afforded the cost of Wite-Out. I write. That doesn’t make me a writer. When Jay Mariotti went after what he considers the bottom of the bird cage in the sports writing profession, he probably was talking about guys like me.Continue Reading
In a Forgotten Season, This Game Will Live On
This is the one you keep. As the season stretches on and the losses mount, this is the one you remember and hold close. Maybe you fold it up and put it away in that special place you reserve for such things because, after all, this is what makes Baseball special. 162 potential gifts waiting to be unwrapped.Continue Reading
Homer Bailey Returns
His National Hall of Fame dream over, Pete Rose comes home
He moved carefully, thoughtfully, this man I took to be in his late 80s or 90s. You wouldn’t measure his movement in steps, but more accurately in inches. The steps were excruciatingly slow, but purposeful, not plodding. He worked his body like a man summoning all his limited resources for the task ahead. As he came up the aisle, the standing room crowd behind the seats three deep parted to let him pass. A younger man, a friend or perhaps a son, shepherded him through the throng. The game was minutes away from beginning, but he appeared to be leaving, having already accomplished what he had come here to do.
Does Jay Bruce Have to Go?
Of GMs past, present and future. And the return of Dusty Baker.
Rebuilding, Tanking and the Big 324.
Opening Day in Cincinnati has a different vibe this year. And that’s okay.
The Jay Bruce Era is ending as it began, with more waiting—and always the weight of expectationsContinue Reading