No, I'm Not Bitter...Really: A Phillies Fan Laments
When you are eight years old and your team is in the World Series you are in heaven.
When you are eight years old and your team is in the World Series you are in heaven.
I am obsessed with always looking at why and how people lead. Small businesses and corporations alike might consider looking at the success of the Yankees.
The Yankees clearly have many, many great years ahead of them, and likely will for generations to come. But the game just doesn't feel the same anymore.
Read the sports pages today and you'll find a whole lot of jealous Yankee haters moaning and whining about the Yankees' payroll. But business is the business of America.
Sources inside the Yankees revealed late last night that they will be holding a press conference to announce that they have acquired the rights to the Florida Marlins' 2003 World Series Championship.
If public ownership were allowed, owners would be barred from moving teams from small markets where they were profitable - like Green Bay - into larger markets.
Apparently the future of journalism is politics. Can anyone remember this level of attention being paid for a handful of local elections? I can remember presidential elections that barely got this level of coverage.
Here's the stunning part about the New York City Marathon: not that an American won, but that American runners dominated the field. Six of the top 10 finishers were American. What's going on here?
He retired from the game just before the Steroid Era came to light. While he previously denied illegal performance enhancing drug use, those denials stopped when under penalty of perjury.
Mets fans are diametrically opposed to baseball's Goliath. We cannot root for the Yankees any more than Christians can cheer on Satan.
How is it that a bunch of label executives have become the arbiters of who's worthy of honor and who isn't? It's the very antithesis of Rock and Roll!
Suppose the Rockies were now playing in the World Series. What exactly would the world think, looking out on Denver from the television cameras in Coors Field?
The Alice-in-Wonderland performance of the men in blue has increased demands for instant replay. Baseball purists explode in response that, after all, the game is not football. What are we to do?
I'm going to lie down on a psychoanalyst's couch, preferably one made of soft baseball glove leather, and sort out my Yankee feelings. Hand me that baseball autographed by Sandy Koufax, will you?
To be a true sports fan -- and you know who you are -- you have to sit through loads of dreck. But the good news is every now and again you are rewarded for your patience as never before.
Major league baseball players simply make far, far too much money for the good of the game and its fans.
There was immediately a funny feeling about the 1919 World Series. As the post-Series rumors hardened into genuine evidence, several contrite players came forward to confess.
In a stunning turn of events, Obama has swept baseball's postseason honors in both leagues, a feat never before accomplished and long considered impossible.
My colleague has designed a new team statistic called "the squander®," the offensive team's statistical equivalent of a pitcher's "blown save."
In the end baseball comes down to pitching. The Yankees were and still are fortunate enough to find themselves amidst the swells of a perfect pitching and hitting storm.