A Story and A Few Thoughts on Stories

Last night, my wife was at work and I was making dinner, so I decided that I needed some company. As it happened, my beloved San Francisco Giants were taking the night off, so I went to my default in such occasions. I listened to my sworn enemies play ball, the Los Angeles Dodgers. But…

Of Bullpens and Baptisms

I have to admit this past baseball season has sucked me in like no other since I was a kid. The constant state of flux and change I am in the midst of, I think, has something to do with it. I remember the words of James Earl Jones in Field of Dreams, when he…

Correcting the Sin of Not Bragging

The other day I went into Starbucks to grab a cup of coffee and I must admit that I looked like a 12-year-old San Francisco Giants bat-boy. I was wearing my weathered hat along with my still-crisp World Champions shirt and to be honest one more time, this was no coincidence. I have loved this…

Put the Bat Down, Dave.

October 15, 1988 is a day that will not be forgotten by any baseball fan.   It was Game 1 of the World Series between the Oakland Athletics and the Los Angeles Dodgers. The two teams battled all night long, with the Dodgers scoring two runs in the home half of the first inning.  …