It’s happened again in baseball: a pitcher hit in the head by a line drive, crumpling on the mound as the stadium goes silent.
I’m not really a fan of the made-for-TV bit of theater in which the home team gets all its fans to wear the same color. White, red, orange, black…we’ve seen it all and it always seems a bit hokey to me.
It’s tempting to compare Jason Collins with Jackie Robinson; after all, the biopic about Robinson, “42”, is a hot movie ticket right now and both are pioneers.
Angel Pagan may want to re-think his selection of cleats as part of his game-day wardrobe.
It’s been a bit amusing to watch the handwringing and indignation surrounding the Mike Rice story.
It’s that time of year: workplaces and campuses everywhere are abuzz with the frenzy of the fantasy baseball draft. Fantasy-league managers are scouring various sources, looking for the hidden gems that will give them bragging rights all summer long.
Baseball commissioner Bud Selig’s bombast to the contrary, the World Baseball Classic is little more than a transparent attempt to add some hype to the normally-lazy days of spring training (and you’ll note, I refuse to use the capital letters–Spring Training–that baseball has adopted in yet another effort to aggrandize itself).
There is still a way for real fans to have a meaningful (and reasonably priced) spring training experience. It’s simple: show up before the teams start playing exhibition games.
Long ago, NFL Commissioner Bert Bell famously said, “on any given Sunday, any team in the NFL can beat any other team.” It’s worth noting that Bell died in 1959, long before the current edition of the Oakland Raiders took the field.
Is there a more hollow phrase anymore than “That’s one for the record book”?