MiLB relies on a strong sense of community between fans, teams and the towns in which they play. MiLB games are generally affordable and family-friendly -- the perfect way to spend a summer afternoon.
I won't let go of the closers. I must admit, I'm obsessed. I just continually see nonsense and I can't help myself. When will I rest content? I guess when the baseball world abandons this newly-minted position and the teams use whom they think are their best relievers when it really matters instead of wasting them in the ninth-inning when most times it doesn't.
A lot of people don't get why we're here. They really wonder about the meaning of life. This includes some Christians! So think about the people that don't believe in God. I think they would be even more lost!
I feel like "bandwagon fans" get made fun of a lot in sports, but personally I'm okay with being one. I know that I don't know a lot about sports - but I do know the positive power they can have, and to me that's the most important thing there is to know.
During our organization's interview with Joe Maddon, he made a statement about the importance of letting ALL kids on a team have the opportunity to play. He said: "Understand everybody plays, all right, everybody plays! If the kid is on the team, he plays."
Before we get too upset at not winning the World Series, let us ask: Was there a Mets fan anywhere when the season began -- or in late July -- who wouldn't have been ecstatic with the team winning National League championship?
With the end of the World Series, I began thinking about all the lessons I've learned about business and leadership from baseball. Whether it was playing the game or watching it on TV, I realized that the game has shaped my actions and beliefs in my career and relationships.
Faster than you can say "dropped third strike," the Chicago Cubs transformed themselves from World Series contenders to "rebuilders." Or, baseball speak for, "we must get rid of a few guys."
Early this baseball season, when the days were growing longer and hope sprang eternal (for Red Sox fans, at least), I had an idea: that jobs matter tr...
I was born a Mets fan, and now that I think about it, I just might have been conceived the night they won the World Series in 1969, which was almost exactly nine months before I was born. Mostly, it's been a long slog for my 45 years.
The cold autumn rains of October started when the game was almost over. Sheets of crying rain against the lights of the stadium. Wrigley Field slowly draining, the crowds taking one last look, the giant switch thrown and the empty park goes dark.
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.