California Sun IV. I once rode an elevator inside a mansion. I was a boy. I remembered this today when I got on the elevator at work. I’m not sure why. The elevator at my building is nothing li...
(This post originally appeared on The Classical.) Sugar, Sugar Ah sugar Baseball cards existed for decades on the fringes of the game. Few cared. Ah honey honey A core imperative of capitalism...
According to the Gods: a 2011 Team-By-Team Preview Cleveland Indians To churn out all these predictions by Opening Day I can’t really take time to think, which is not necessarily a bad thing gi...
I’ll resume regularly writing about my childhood baseball cards next week, but until then a couple quickies: 1. The infielder crouch. By 1980, the year of this Wayne Cage card, the stiff poses ...
Have you ever met one of your gods face to face? I haven’t, not really, unless you count the time when I was eleven and I shouted to Jim Rice through the fence separating fans from the Red Sox ...
The Blue Jacket (continued from Burt Hooton) Two I hadn’t planned to include thoughts on Jim Bibby, who died on Tuesday, in this story of a blue jacket, but as the Yiddish saying goes: man plan...
This 1977 card frightened me a little when I was a kid. In most baseball cards from those days, the subject looked directly at the viewer, or else was engaged in some sort of action on the field....
Somewhere I Lost Connection (continued from Larry Harlow) Chapter Six Dan Spillner was stuck in Lodi in 1971, his second season in professional baseball, but by 1979 the back of his baseball card...
We all live for a while in the land of might. We might go anywhere. We might become anything. When do you realize you’ve been cast out of this land? When does your what if congeal into what ...
How much does a catcher contribute to a pitcher’s success? There was an attempt to quantify the answer to this with a statistic called catcher ERA, but the numbers for catchers varied too ...