I’ve spent so much time telling y’all about my pretty cool holidays that I haven’t told you the next part about my being hired as a “baseball tutor” to a kid in Pasadena who wants to make the team at his high school. His parents, who know me through their older son Carter, who hangs … Continue reading My Baseball Pupil (part 1)
So I guess that’s that. The Dodgers lost the World Series. I don’t usually get depressed, but this has me seriously bummed out. I didn't hang out at Keaton’s after Sunday’s game and take it out on the punching bag. I didn’t even feel like another beer. In the interviews after the game, the guys … Continue reading World Series Game 5. It sucks.
So Joyce bought us tickets in the third row of Dodger Stadium last week, right behind home plate. In those blue padded seats you always see in the background on the TV. I was a little nervous about going to a ballgame with Joyce. I’m nervous about it whenever I go to a game with … Continue reading Joyce Takes Me to a Dodger Game (last part)
I’m not done with the Dodgers. Not even close lol. In my last post, I started pointing the finger at manager Dave Roberts. Y’all probably guessed that I’m going to say this reminds me of something I experienced when I was playing ball. And it does. Not when I was a pro (our manager in … Continue reading The Dodgers are in Deeper Doody