Three-thirteen. Four-twenty-five. Six-fifty-nine. I’ve repeated those three numbers to myself like a mantra. Years go by, and still I remember them, in sequence, whenever prompted. Alone, they stand impressive, but together, they stand immortal. Funnily enough, that’s what makes them so tragic. I didn’t fully comprehend what I was seeing in 2006 when I watched…
It’s On the Syllabus By: Holly M. Wendt It’s the first of the year, and I’m planning for the spring semester, charting out assignments and due dates for a brand new baseball literature course I’m teaching, its roster full of students who aren’t English majors. A syllabus is a series of hopeful resolutions, a declaration…
The Los Angeles Dodgers Launch Event By: Matt Sussman Words can’t possibly express the innovation that Dodgers president Andrew Friedman unveiled at their much-anticipated launch event, so below is an audio transcript of his presentation. CLICK TO PLAY Pride and Joy By: James Fegan My father’s favorite baseball player of all time was Emil Brown….
Christmas Time is Here By: Meg Rowley I asked my mom the other day, and she told me that as a kid, I never pitched a fit when I didn’t get what I wanted for Christmas. We were watching A Charlie Brown Christmas, as we do this time of year. There is a scene when…
Offseason Athlete Social Media Posts, Ranked By: James Fegan 5. Seemingly endless Instagram live video of their workout routine Most would rank this near the very top because it is literally the only thing an athlete can do to avoid a wave of “Shouldn’t you be working out?” in the comments. Even the workout video…
Summer Not Summer By: Holly M. Wendt Thanksgiving week took me to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. A relative was getting married there, an excellent reason to escape the chill creeping up the spine of the northeast. I’ve been in Florida before—marching band trips and Walt Disney World and one lovely coincidental conference that allowed me to…
The Speculative Farewell By: James Fegan The end of baseball season exposed us to a phenomenon that seems rooted in the concept of “let people smell the roses while they still can,” which I have only been able to term “The Speculative Farewell.” The Wrigley Field faithful gave Jake Arrieta a rousing ovation when he…