Dodgers pitchers and catchers have to report to Spring training a week from yesterday. Since the season is almost ready to start, I thought this would be a good time to tell y'all about the statistic me and my buddies invented back high school. I have to admit I haven’t used it in a while, … Continue reading THuG (part 1)
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.
Dad had kept it a secret from me for over a month that his company was doing some kind of promotional work with the Tennessee Smokies and that he’d met some of the players. One of who was Sumter Henderson -- their shortstop. Dad told him that his son was serious about playing ball and … Continue reading Sumter Henderson (part 2)
So I started telling y'all about growing up a fan of the Tennessee Smokies and I guess I got all distracted with some of the stuff that was going down with Joyce. Sorry it's taken me so long to get back to the Smokies...and one player in particular. Sumter Henderson was only with the Smokies … Continue reading Sumter Henderson
I’ve been writing a lot about Joyce and the iPhone, and have been forgetting my priorities, which are (in order) baseball bros beer blog banging I’m still waiting on a better B word for chicks. Open to suggestions here. So I thought I’d get back to baseball. No, not another piece about the mess the … Continue reading Sumter Henderson and the Tennessee Smokies
I started out writing this last Friday, as a tribute to Corey Seager on his 24th birthday. Then life, a date with Monica on Friday and a “date” with Candy (I still call her that) on Saturday happened…and I not only missed church, but I forgot to finish my blog, too. Then, on Monday, along … Continue reading The Corey Seager Injury