Day 115: Let The Kids Watch
I haven’t even started this yet and I already regret the title. It reeks of kid waking up in the middle of the night vibes. I can assure you it’s nothing like that,… Continue reading
I haven’t even started this yet and I already regret the title. It reeks of kid waking up in the middle of the night vibes. I can assure you it’s nothing like that,… Continue reading
I’ve had 8 years to write this in my head. I had so many impassioned opening paragraphs ready to go that I had to delete and save for next year. I was always… Continue reading
There’s something about baseball that other sports cannot replicate. In basketball and football, scoring is abundant and seen as normal. The teams take their turns scoring ad nauseum until a victor is crowned.… Continue reading
Holy Jabroni, we actually made it! After 3 weeks of bubble living, worn out players, crappy broadcasting and even crappier umpiring, we can finally watch the World Series. Starting tonight, the Dodgers and… Continue reading
For all intents and purposes, the Divisional Round wasn’t half bad. Aside from the Braves/Marlins series, it was a week packed with drama, intrigue and dingers. Tasty dingers. But we’re not out of… Continue reading
While you were sitting at home watching an old man in a chamber try to become Brundlefly™, I was at my own home watching a moment of pure, unadulterated magic. Say what you… Continue reading
Great googly moogly, it’s that time once again. We made it through the Wild Card Suicide Playoff Toboggan Ride Brought To You By Doosan™ and we came out of it better people. I… Continue reading
The MLB Postseason is upon us. If that means nothing to you, then it never will. This isn’t the season to pick up a baseball fascination. The 60 game sprint was strictly fan… Continue reading
Good Moleman. Shh. Some people are trying to watch the movie. It’s Friday, April 5, Two Thousand and Nineteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 42˚ & Pantone 12-0404 and somewhere, somebody is debating… Continue reading
When I first saw Bull Durham, it was on a moldy couch and my room mate was probably smoking tobacco out of a bong, because college. I was not at all a baseball… Continue reading