The days baseball used to be known as America's Pastime are long gone. America chose a new lover as the old one was surpassed by football; it seemed more like football flew by as baseball stood still. It's been some time since the boys of summer celebrated success past the
When I was 11 years old, I played organized baseball for the first time in my life. It was the spring of 1999 and I played at Flagami Park in Miami, Florida. I know now the park is located on 72nd Ave. and 24th St., but I didn't then. Then,
What year is it?
At 29 years old, I am constantly faced with something I like to call age ambivalence. It's an interesting feeling, really. The beginning of my adulthood - more like prolonged adolescence - feels like it wasn't too far away, but at times, more like an eternity. It
In the realm of sports, especially nowadays, few stories go untold. Basically, social media and an over-saturation of outlets have made it damn near impossible to fly under the radar for any athlete in the national entertainment spotlight. However, I still feel like there are things – huge, news-worthy, pressing
"Respect the game". Has a more ridiculous sentence ever been uttered? Consider the beginning and end of said sentence. "Respect", followed by the word "game". "Game" as in play. "Game" as in entertainment. "Game" as in not that fucking serious.
Baseball is about as bad as it gets when it comes
Growing up, my two favorite baseball players were Derek Jeter and Ken Griffey, Jr. Griffey was the smooth-swinging lefty, the flashy outfielder, and the guy my favorite game was named after (Ken Griffey, Jr.'s Slugfest for the Nintendo 64). I loved Griffey, he was the shit. But Jeter, Jeter was