I have met more and more Latino fans that tell me that they don't particularly have a "favorite" baseball team. They might care to watch more of their home team games simply because of their location and a particular player, or players.
I love baseball. I almost wrote I still love baseball, but that's unnatural. That comes from a discussion I heard on sports radio this spring. The announcers were all giddy with anticipation, save the 20-something NBA reporter. He claimed most of his generation remained unbitten by the baseball bug, only interested in the NBA and NFL. I was first stunned, then saddened.
The Scout had a lot of things going against it from the outset. It was a baseball movie that came out in the fall of 1994, during what would becom...
It's October and the boys of summer are heading for the World Series Fall Classic. So it's fitting to ask, what is it about this ball-and-stick game that is so deeply embedded in our culture -- with influence well beyond the actual sport of baseball?
I have watched so much MLB TV commentary that I know all the pros think the Tigers are going all the way. And I have to say I tend to agree. I may have "quit" the Tigers some nights during the year when the hits never came, but I have never given up hope.
What can we do to support our ability to play well into old age? Isn't it time to develop new games for older adults that go beyond such stimulating staples as Bingo?
Baseball is a sport of statistics. You talk about batting averages, RBI's and today there are increasingly rarefied forms of statistical analysis use...
September 21, 2008. A gorgeous summery day in the Bronx. Sunshine, and scattered harmless clouds in the sky. The bat, its white-taped hilt towering above the rubble and fencing around its base.
With eight teams still left in the playoffs, baseball's biggest post-season battle, the one between platitude and tautologies, can begin.
I recognize that in some cities a baseball wild card game may create a bit of interest but real buzz doesn't usually occur until a team advances. However, here in Cleveland Ohio, a wild card game is not just a game.
There is no amount of money, fines, settlements or payments that is commensurate with the hardship that the arrogance, unethical and fast dealing behaviors of banks and their leaders have caused.
As much as showing me a father's quiet love, my dad taught me life lessons by using the history and proper practices of baseball as his guide. He had been a ball player as a kid, and a lifelong student of the game. Perhaps because we listened to so many "foreign" broadcasts, my dad hated "homers" -- that is, play-by-play announcers who would ignore the facts and shade their analyses so they could curry cheap favor with the hometown radio audience. (Hey, wait a minute! That is exactly what is happening in Washington, not only in Congress but everywhere else in the city!) He told me that the worst thing you could be when you were at bat was a "rabbit ears" -- that is, someone who got upset and distracted by the cheap taunts from the dugout of the other team. (The Congress is full of those kinds of people.)
If you're sports-challenged like I am, I hope this info will help you get in on the conversation when the big games arrive.
Only two of the three could be accommodated during the opening ceremony -- a pitcher and a catcher. So, Jeff was left with a choice.
It's time to re-evaluate America's beloved sport and the way it's played. These players should not be punished; they should be applauded and revered for trying to make baseball watchable.