One of the many great things about living in New York City is the abundance of sports teams. In every major sport, New York has not one, but at least two professional teams -- a luxury not afforded to smaller cities like Cleveland or even more cosmopolitan ones like Boston.
Like every kid, I had a dream growing up. Mine was to be a baseball player. To many around me, because of my right arm, it was an impossible dream.
Nothing defines a city better or more powerfully than the people who live and interact within it. The simple acts of residents going about their daily lives give a city its flavor, its personality, its appeal, its uniqueness. This couldn't be any truer for New York City.
Their center fielder introduced me to the beauty of an inside-the-park home run. Their submarine closer seemed to scrape his knuckles on the mound with every pitch. And one of their shortstops played with a toothpick dangling from his mouth.
The World Series between the Kansas City Royals and the San Francisco Giants features two teams that were pretty good in the regular season but have been played either excellent (the Giants) or almost flawless (the Royals) baseball during the postseason. There is a clear path to winning for both teams.
Thanks to Matt Kemp and his beautiful, empathetic swing, we still have the Dodgers. At least for another day or two. Let's see what the Gods have in store for them in Game 3 in St. Louis Monday. Hold your breath, LA, it might be another lesson in... humility.
In a time when baseball's reputation had been damaged by players posting statistically-fattening numbers and shattering long-standing records because of juiced-up cheaters, Derek Jeter managed to always play the game the right way while maintaining consistency throughout his career.
Ventura is a very good young pitcher who was a member of the Royals rotation all year where he posted a very respectable 3.20 ERA and a 14-10 record. Bringing him in to pitch in an unfamiliar situation like on only two days rest seemed especially strange and almost cruel to the young pitcher.
I've been watching baseball pretty avidly since I was 8 (more than 35 years now, horrifying as that is to type). And while Ichiro may not have been the best player I've ever seen (he rarely walked or hit with power), I think he's been my favorite player to watch.
Whoever said there was no crying in baseball clearly wasn't glued to their TV screen the night Derek Jeter, captain of the New York Yankees, played his last game in pinstripes.
Any solution for destroying ISIS that fails to address the Sunni and Shia rivalry simply will not work. Bombs and arming rebel groups in Syria don't alleviate ethnic tensions; such actions might actually stir up more instability and fuel more sectarian violence.
When he walked out to the empty shortstop position and bent over for his last time, the lesson of Derek Jeter hit me, loud and clear: Savor every grounder.
When I heard that Jeter was retiring after this season, I wanted to get a first-hand glimpse at the real Derek Jeter, but as you can imagine, he has been difficult to reach this year.
This ending feels less like a breakup than a letting go. We will miss him, but we are grateful for what he gave us, and how he made us feel.
If you're a Boston Red Sox or New York Mets fan (or another who's been on the receiving end of one of his clutch hits or into-the-stands or leaping-catch play), you've probably been waiting for this day for quite some time: Derek Jeter's last game.
I've never met Derek Jeter but having watched his entire career I'm willing to bet that if asked how he feels about being a role model to so many fans, he would say he was just doing his job the best way he knew how.