It’s gotta be the bird

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 year

I could never root for the Rangers

Game six of the World Series is tonight and, if all goes as I hope it will, there will be a Game seven, winner-take-all, ultimate baseball showdown in St. Louis tomorrow night. The series to this point–and this year’s postseason in general–demands nothing less. I’ve already gone on the record as being a Cardinals supporter, for