Stories Over Stats

While on our way to breakfast Saturday morning, the subject of former Oriole, now newest member of the Houston Astros, Trey Mancini, came up. All of Orioledom was sad to see Trey go, but happy that his first three hits for Houston were all home runs, including a grand slam. You don’t even have to […]

Trevor Bauer, Sam McDowell, and A Rod’s Birthday Cake

So, in a fit of anger or frustration or both, Trevor Bauer heaved the baseball over the center field fence. So, what? Sure Bauer should have just handed the ball to his manager, Terry Francona, but it’s not as if he refused to give it to him, and gave him the finger instead. When someone […]

Where Have You Gone Jay Johnstone?

I don’t care where Joe DiMaggio has gone; I’m turning my lonely eyes to Jay Johnstone. Baseball has always had loads of talented center fielders, but where, oh where, have all the colorful characters gone? You know: the guys who say crazy things and give the Commissioner a hot foot? Please don’t talk to me […]

Earl Goes Out a Winner

Earl Weaver won his final contest, at least as much as it can be won. The Hall of Fame manager died aboard a cruise ship—it was an Oriole-themed cruise—on the day of the Orioles FanFest. I’m sure that the Baltimore Convention Center will see its share of tears, wept unashamedly by grown men who wouldn’t […]

Catching Up With Tom Shopay

Former outfielder Tom Shopay had the pleasure and the misfortune to play for either veteran or very good major league teams during his career. It allowed him to have some great teammates and experience a winning environment, but it also invariably meant that he never got much of an opportunity to establish himself as an […]

Cuarteto de veintenas. (Twenty victories quartet)

  La forma como los Orioles de Baltimore derrotaron a los Rojos de Cincinnati en la Serie Mundial de 1970 me hizo esperar día a día el inicio de la temporada de Grandes Ligas de 1971. Los oropéndolas de Earl Weaver era un equipo de gran defensa, pitcheo excepcional, además de una ofensiva respetable. En […]

Al fondo de la esquina caliente (At the bottom of the hot corner)

Inicios de octubre de 1970 desplegaba varias páginas de suspenso para mis 9 años de hiperkinesia desbordada. Haber seguido los juegos del Mundial de Fútbol por televisión y el Campeonato Nacional Juvenil de Béisbol en el estadio de Cumaná, encendía toda la fruición de mi expectativa ante la Serie Mundial de aquel año. Toda esa curiosidad galopaba en paralelo con el reto de la tabla de dividir y la regla de tres que significaba el cuarto grado. La maestra Inés llenaba el aula con su conocimiento transparente y su pedagogía que saltaba entre los pupitres. Cualquier asomo de miedo a las matemática me lo borró en el primer instante que escuché su voz. Me había tocado el turno de la tarde, por lo cual debía estar atento en mis juegos y correrías por calles y cañaverales de regresar a casa antes de mediodía.

From the New York Collegiate Baseball League Championship

If it wasn’t in Elmira, I wouldn’t even go. But the final day before the boys head back to the dorms is staged here, in Elmira, at Dunn Field; and Dunn Field is the center of at least one known universe. This is where my father, presumably in 1956, almost missed his high school graduation to see […]

Ron Luciano on Life as an Umpire in the 1970s

A few months ago, the memory of devouring Ron Luciano’s four collections of tales and anecdotes from his umpiring days when I was a kid led me to look up the story of his suicide in 1995, 15 years and one month ago today. In the process, I discovered a long interview he gave back […]