So the Mets won a game. No big deal.
I borrowed the title to this post from a song on the Fine Young Cannibals’ debut album from 1985. How I wish they had recorded more than just the two albums they did. And if you haven’t ever heard anything they did besides “She Drives me Crazy” and “Good Thing,” do yourself a favor andContinue reading “Blue: It’s a color so cruel”
Last night’s baseball game between the Cardinals and the Nationals defies an easy description. It was a comeback for the ages, and an affirmation that no sport–no human endeavor, really–can surpass baseball for sheer drama. People will snicker at such a suggestion, but I don’t care. Nothing outside the realm of life and death couldContinue reading “There’s no perfect word”
Is “The Oct2ber” going to catch on? Probably not. But it’s out there, anyway. As I’m shifting into postseason baseball mode, where the Cubs are out of the picture once again, I gave the new wild card format a little bit of thought last night. Here’s what I came up with. Enjoy.
The Baltimore Orioles were one of the best teams in baseball when I was a young kid. They had Earl Weaver and Jim Palmer and Brooks Robinson and Eddie Murray and lots of pitching. And they had a funny cartoon bird on their cap. But they won, and that’s what mattered. In 1989, the yearContinue reading “It’s gotta be the bird”
In the final games of every major league season, batting titles are won and lost. Playoff berths can be decided. And, as Doug Glanville has pointed out, many playing careers will come to an end. And, every so often, history is made. Such was the case on the final day of the 1977 season. OnContinue reading “One game, two historic acts”