Ghosts in the Grass: Middle of the Fifth
Where life and death were not actually life and death, but euphemisms for succeeding and failing.
Walter Stoneham Curses the Mets (Part 2)
Conclusion: My whole life I always assumed Divine Intervention lead the New York Mets to win the 1986 World Series. However, what if it wasn’t Divine Intervention? What if it […]
Walter Stoneham Curses the Mets (Part 1)
My whole life I always assumed Divine Intervention lead the New York Mets to win the 1986 World Series. However, what if it wasn’t Divine Intervention? What if it was the exact opposite?
A Day with Hank
Years ago, when we lived in a much smaller house, my collection of baseball memorabilia was relegated to a handful of boxes. Two houses, two kids and four dogs later, […]
October 25
I originally wrote this two years ago…I’ve modified it a bit to update it. The original is here. I was a kid. A 13 year old entering into some of the most confusing years of my life. Arm issues left me incapable of playing sports and a crippling shyness left […]
Love and Baseball
Earlier tonight (Oct 9), a post from an old coworker on Facebook reminded my of one of the most infamous moments in Orioles and baseball history: The Jeffrey Maier game. It opened up a flood of emotions not only from that game, but from my time in baseball. So, please […]
Lessons from Little Leaguers
It’s 8:40 on a Tuesday morning and I want to go to my kids school, pull them out of class and apologize to them. I want to apologize to them for my demeanor and attitude after our last few little league games. I want to tell them how proud I […]
Happy Memories in the Warehouse
The sun has risen and set 6,203 times since the last time the Baltimore Orioles played in an American League Championship Series game. That’s 17 years since Armando Benitez gave up that heart breaking home run (with Benitez, you usually need to be more specific when talking about heartbreaks) and […]
What does a ball hitting the bat look like?
His uniform seemed like a lead shroud hanging from his thin frame. His hat pulled low, concealing wet eyes. Glove tucked under his arm as he drags himself into the car. He is heartbroken. My heart breaks for him, also. I’ve been there and it feels like there is nothing […]
Meeting a Yankee
Those of you who know me, know that I am a big Mets fan. In recent years, I have playfully “trained” Benjamin and Matthew to boo whenever they hear “Phillies” or “Yankees” (“Eagles”, as well). Well, recently, I had the opportunity to meet Sparky Lyle and get his autograph. Having […]
It's The Papa 