As you get older, a Catholic boy like me comes to realize three depressing things, as he drags his bat back to the dugout after yet another strikeout: God does not distribute hitting abilities evenly among his people, God probably doesn't care about baseball, Maybe there isn't a God.
I have to confess that if you told me, a couple short years ago, that I would be writing about finding a "centered place of wisdom," or tapping "into that place of peace inside yourself," I'd have thought you were hitting the sauce a bit early in the day.
Sometimes you don't really appreciate something - or someone - until decades later, when, instead of sitting in the stadium at the big game, you choose to listen to the game over crackly AM radio waves because it feels like childhood and simplicity. Because it feels like home.
I used to live in the shadow of Wrigley Field and absolutely love the town, the neighborhood and the fans. I consider myself a casual fan, until the calendar hits October. At which point, I become a fan of whoever the Cubs are playing. Why, you ask? Here are my five-and-a-half reasons.
From the moment the postseason schedule was announced -- and the Cubs' name FINALLY appeared on it -- the phrase, "The Cubs are on" has reigned supreme as my go to response for, well, everything.
Sports takes you out of the skinny girl mentality, out of the sexual object category, and allows you to embrace yourself without self-consciousness and own who you are. That does not make us less of a woman. It makes us more.
Parental Intelligence includes listening to your child's feelings and responding to them. Understanding what lies behind the initial frustration or disappointment leads to resolving problems that are masked by the unfortunate event.
The chance to compete for something you care about. The opportunity to work hard. The time and space to make something of value. Those acts and those moments are the real prize, not the result that comes afterward.
If you don't trust the truth, it can't set you free. I have really been tested this year. But I know my God is going to come through. It's all going to work together for me. I love Him, and I trust Him, and I adore Him, and He is my God and King.
Think of all the quintessential fall activities you want to check off this season: apple picking, brewery tour, spa treatment, cider doughnuts. The list goes on. Luckily, there is a one stop town in Upstate New York where you can do all of the above -- and much, much more.
When you belittle Sabathia himself, safe in the anonymity that the Internet provides, you are truly exposing yourself as a disrespectful coward, hating on someone in the midst of making the toughest decision of their life.
With all the organizational hang-ups, the Angels fell just one win short of a tiebreak with the Astros. One. Single. Solitary. Win. Here are the 10 games in 2015 that the Angels wish they could have back.
As the 2015 Mets clinched the division title, their first in nine years, a drought similar to the one I experienced as a young boy, I can't help but look back and wonder, "Why did I become a Mets fan?"
It has been said that the only thing that really matters in life is who you become and the effect you have on other people. Berra's positive effect was as powerful as his muscular forearms. He was a man of uncommon decency and stood strong for equality and inclusion.
Pictured left to right: Cal Ripken Jr., Vice Chairman and Steve Salem, President, Cal Ripken Sr. Foundation Fifty million dollars is a windfall any ...