Bidding Popeye adieu

I loved Don Zimmer for being a baseball man. He played the game, coached the game, and he even looked like a baseball man should look. The fact that he played for, coached, and managed the Cubs practically guaranteed that I would have something to say about his passing, and sure enough I had twoContinue reading “Bidding Popeye adieu”

Rogue’s gallery

I have a big box of baseball cards on my desk at work. Every so often, I pull one out to see what it says to me. It’s like a box filled with tarot cards, but the images are all baseball players, instead. Today I pulled out this card, and it made me stop forContinue reading “Rogue’s gallery”