Everybody knows the Boston Red Sox boast three World Series rings in ten years, the oldest ballpark in the majors, and the most rabid fan base in organized baseball. Who knew they also had a poet laureate?
Suppose I knew ahead of time that the Giants were going to win the World Series this year. Suppose God came to me in a dream and said, "Jeremy, here's what's going to happen. The Giants will win the Wild Card game." I wish!
Honesty in business is vital, and one's name is all they have. As it relates to the above, I've learned over time that sometimes the hardest person to be honest with is yourself, and it's the same as it relates to a startup.
Once again, baseball writers are about to discriminate against a talented player for merely being the best at his position. If the sport was more about being a meritocracy, we would have a few more votes for Atlanta Braves relief pitcher Craig Kimbrel for the Cy Young Award.
The incessant airing of Viagra's nauseating British-blonde-on-a-bed commercial during both this October's football games and throughout the baseball playoffs illustrates how tone-deaf the National Football League and Major League Baseball remain when it comes to truly embracing family viewers.
If you're ashamed of where you grew up, you shouldn't be. Some of our greatest heroes and most famous celebrities came from humble backgrounds. And all of these places are worth a visit.
With this postseason, these two teams have pretty much solidified the identities they've carved out in recent years: the Giants rise up when it counts, while the Dodgers fold.
Today I am a Bay Area resident with over 20 years under my belt. I support the local teams. They are two of the most exciting teams in baseball, but they are simply not mine. My heart is still with the Mets. And as hard as I have tried, I just can't quit them. I love them -- they are my team.
Even if you didn't and you don't know or care that much about baseball or sports, there are a number of things that made this World Series remarkable and also some important things we can learn from it that go way beyond baseball and sports in general.
The San Francisco Giants are once again in the World Series. I've been watching the games on TV, but I'm not rooting for them. As a kid, I was shattered when my team, the New York Giants, moved to the Bay Area in 1958. I felt betrayed. It must have been similar to what children feel when their parents divorce.
The magic swing that could draw gasps of astonishment even when he failed to make contact has been shut down forever. The eternal promise of spring gone in a flash.
If the Giants were hoping to win the World Series at home, the Royals had a different plan. In the best of seven series, Kansas City took a 2-1 lead after edging San Francisco 3-2 for the win tonight. It was a hard fought game from both teams but the Royals came out on top giving both an offensive and defensive effort from the start.
Everyone's entitled to their opinions, including San Francisco writers who prefer their city's team over mine. But after reading a downright mean article that's not only picking on the team, but our fans, I want to stick up for the city I call home.
The Royals are having a blast playing a kids' game with a joy and esprit de corps usually missing in the pro ranks.
Selig's legacy may be that he lost the next generation of baseball fans. This is Selig's last World Series. Perhaps nothing demonstrates how baseball has turned off young sports fans than how young sports fans have turned off the World Series.