A stream of consciousness farewell to a personal icon. History is always personal.
Wherein the reader recognizes more of himself in a writer and Cardinals fan than he might care to admit.
Everybody starts somewhere. For some, this is only a wayside en route to bigger, better things; for others, here is the journey’s end. Life exists here, passes through here, passes away here. In this edition of Nine Innings–yes, it’s still …
It’s okay that you’re not always going to be there. That’s nothing to feel bad about.
Last night featured one of the most uninspired displays of championship sports to which America has ever been subjected. Last October, we saw games, including multiple extra innings affairs, played with and end in pure joy. The football-watching public are …
Musings on the 70th anniversary of George Herman Ruth’s passing, and the difficulty for the modern fan to connect with an icon.
A trip to Citi Field is a reminder that a fanbase is the only appropriate lens to watch a ballgame through.
How does a man of letters and words connect with his children? With a baseball, of course.
Fathers and daughters and the day they became Brewers fans. I hope.
I never liked American Idol, but I learned to love seeing the first commercials for the upcoming season.