I had planned to let you know to listen to Jonathan Schwartz’s show on WNYC-FM this afternoon. For 36 consecutive Super Bowl Sundays, Schwartz ran what he called a Salute to Baseball. Before there was sportstalk radio and downloadable files and Rhino Records, there was Schwartz spending one hour in the middle of football overload [...]
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Being more than slightly nuts, I have a pair of binders, dubbed The Holy Books by Greg. They contain baseball cards — specifically, one baseball card for every Met on the all-time roster. They’re ordered by year, with each year containing a card for [...]
The year was 2005. I was 42 years old.
But you already knew that.
After these past eight months, I can’t imagine there’s much more that you don’t already know about me or the Mets, whether you wanted to or not. They were playing just a week ago and me, I haven’t shut up about it since. [...]
This should bother me. It doesn’t.
This should be terrible. It isn’t.
This should feel…not like it does.
I’m at peace tonight. There is nothing more I can do, nothing more I can say, nothing more I can even think.
It’s over. I knew it would be over eventually. I didn’t know how it would end but if I [...]
At the end of the 1998 season, a moment in time that I seem to be referencing quite a bit lately, I came to a decision:
I would no longer be a baseball fan.
I started by not watching or listening to, other than to get a score, the Giants-Cubs playoff game that determined the winner of [...]
It has to mean something that up here in the grimopolis that is February in New York, a nasty afternoon shower has given way to a rainbow outside my office window. Not a metaphorical — or even a METaphorical — rainbow, but an actual Judy Garland-lovin’ arch o’ stripes in the eastern sky.
If pitchers and [...]