“Baseball,“ my dad often says, “is the perfect game.“ Since Abner Doubleday designed the game in 1839, said my dad, the precise measurements between pitcher and catcher, as well as the distance between the bases, have never been tinkered with. There was no need. Perhaps …
Read MoreBaseball Day 4—2023
I hate the Yankees. Let’s just get that disclaimer out of the way right off the bat. The passion is fueled by the recognition of excellence in a team other than your fan favorite, who has just achieved way more than any other team. So …
Read MoreBaseball Day 3—2023
I love trains. And subways. More than you would think for someone who has lived in west coast suburbs his whole life. Amtrak brought me from Philadelphia to Penn Station (well, the Daniel Patrick Moynihan Train Hall, to be precise,) and then a short C …
Read MoreBaseball Day 2—2023
So when day 1’s ballpark slides itself into first place all time out of the stadiums I’ve visited, is day 2 simply doomed to disappointment? Oh no, faithful readers, oh no. The total experience of today far exceeded the joy I received from the physical …
Read MoreBaseball Day 1—2023
Growing up, baseball surrounded and inhabited much of our lives. In 2007, my brother and dad and I did a barnstorming tour of the Midwest, seeing four games in four baseball stadiums in four days. It was just days before my dad’s 69th birthday, and …
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