Acorns and hating the Dodgers; a salute to the ordinary extraordinary; oh no, I had that Marwin González dream again
Watching the postseason with an ailing cat; a guide to the next month from a fan of a consistently losing team; the fine art of focus, perfected by Hank Aaron and Jared Hughes
Remembering a random team’s public failure more than one of your team’s happiest moments is a feature and a bug; will Mr. Walk-off do his surname once more?; Buddy just find your seat already, I’m trying to watch the game
An Uber driver has some parking tips; enjoy the baseball while they still baseball; a long overdue reshuffling of the Arizona Fall League team names
The devil is in the details of striking out; baseball sounds different in each area code; what I was doing the day All-Stars were born
Baseball as an “escape”; home runs as the new personal small ball; we see you, September
Finally, advanced stats for our boring office jobs; if you can only hire people from one fanbase…; the most depressing Mariners related headlines
South Bend to Myrtle Beach Des Moines to Knoxville Knocked down to dragged out What the cat dragged in Unconventional rehab A personal matter Highways are busy lately. Player absence How he carries himself Moving around really well May contribute in September That sports figure who shares a name with a poet. Confidence game It…
A few years ago, I bought a book by Geoff Miller called Intangibles: Big-League Stories and Strategies for Winning the Mental Game—In Baseball and in Life. Miller is a mental skills coach in the MLB, working with such teams as the Braves, Nationals and Phillies, although that is only a small piece of his resume….
Joe Panik was DFAd by the San Francisco Giants yesterday. I can’t say that I really know much about Joe beyond any usual prospect-watch-young-star chronicle thing that could fit any other kid of his age (see: Brad Miller, Carlos Correa, Taijuan Walker, my hopes for a productive career by my early thirties, etc). But what…
With thanks to my husband Steve Stofka for sharing his story. It was 1967, and I was a senior in high school earning extra money by umping 5th-grade little league games. They only paid for one umpire per game at that level, so I covered the entire field from a spot behind the pitcher. There…
There was so much to say. I’d been unfair. We were at a crossroads. The boundaries had to be redrawn for the relationship to continue. I was the one accountable for the dysfunction and I was the one that had to change. I had to make a commitment to change. A lot of them, actually….
A big Happy Birthday to @mwilliamson7! 🎉🎂🥳 pic.twitter.com/qPsrPnpVFQ — Seattle Mariners (@Mariners) July 15, 2019 Mariners Designate Mac Williamson For Assignment https://t.co/MtQnLwnIS5 pic.twitter.com/EksQh9xLUF — MLB Trade Rumors (@mlbtraderumors) July 16, 2019 Marx once said, famously, quoting Hegel, that all historical events and persons appear twice – the first time as tragedy, the second as farce….
Bombs. Dingers. Homers, taters, goners, blasts. I love these words, but I hear them a lot. So I created my own list of home run metaphors, fresh and new. For my source material, I turned to the novellas of E.T.A. Hoffmann. His playful, early-nineteenth-century romantic fantasies are packed with expansive and intentionally silly overstatements. They’re…
“Every pitch matters; we don’t need loss to remind us. We need grace while the sea resets its shores.”
I’m not good enough. I’m incomplete and insufficient. My body isn’t good enough, my voice isn’t good enough, and, even if I could perfect them, my femaleness would still remain my fundamental flaw. Every woman and girl has to live with these messages. All my life I have fought back, all the while resisting this…