My personal spring training
Reading “The Baseball 100.” Watching “Bull Durham.” Remembering John Feinstein.
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Just when I thought it was safe to watch the Super Bowl again . . . *
Nobody warned me that Tom Brady was the analyst for the Super Bowl!
Rest in Peace, Mr. Baseball
Ueck’s humor and self-deprecating style earned him fame and affection beyond his .200 batting average.
Baseball joy and sadness
Remembering Fernando Valenzuela and great baseball songs as the World Series begins.
Observations from . . . the land of postseason baseball
Thoughts on postseason baseball.
Memory is a poet . . . the scrapbook edition
Some old memorabilia reminds me that memory is more poetry than history.
Willie Mays, R.I.P.
Saying goodbye to a childhood hero.
Opening Day . . . 2024
Hope springs eternal on Opening Day . . . at least in Baltimore!
A kind of alchemy
Communal singing would be another small step in healing the chasms in our civic life.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom
Ron Shelton’s “The Church of Baseball” helps us fall in love with “Bull Durham” once again.
MORE TO COME... 