Friday night, at Durham Bulls Athletic Park, and it's mostly stopped raining. Two hours of rain delay was enough; they rolled up the tarps and swept the water right off the field and trotted the teams out there, and Freddy Dolsi wasn't exactly having a good time of it for the Charlotte Knights. Oh, sure, he was hitting 94 on the gun, but his ( Read more... )

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• Some heretofore unremarkable outfielder will get on an extended hot streak in mid-June and be accused of a blogger of possibly taking steroids. The mainstream media will jump all over the blogger for being irresponsible.
• Around the time of the Hall of Fame inductions, numerous mainstream writers will accuse dozens of players of having taken steroids ( Read more... )

 One of my spring rituals involves reading.

OK, to be fair, most of my rituals involve reading. Most of my life involves reading, one way or another. When foldedfish  crashed with me briefly in Boston back in the early 90s, the first thing I told him was "any flat surface you can find that isn't covered in books is yours." If memory serves, he didn't find too ( Read more... )

After spending an hour chasing after my nephew's line drives as they bounced merrily into the recesses of various neighbors' yards, I now have a much greater appreciation for all the time my father spent playing catch with me when I was a kid.

Also, if we ever get the the kid's swing leveled out a bit, he's going to be a monster. He already hits