It’s Game 7 of the World Series. Though I stopped tracking the postseason baseball closely when the Tigers collapsed, I discovered in myself this evening a great urge to watch it all come together to whatever end. Baseball’s always been around. I went to at least one game a year regularly as a child, and Dad typically made sure to […]
Whoever Plays the Germans
The final whistle blew and I found myself trying to parse complex feelings. I’ve gone on record saying I always root for whoever’s currently playing the Germans. And I hold to that—excepting of course when they’re playing Portugal, or need to beat someone in order to oust Portugal (as a “neutral,” I can be fickle). But I always enjoy watching […]
When The World Cup Rolls Around
I’ve heard many complaints throughout my life that Baseball’s World Series is improperly named. It’s not a battle I feel like fighting, but I’d have to agree with the complainers. Frankly, the United States and one city in southern Canada do not the “World” make. So, perhaps the complainers are right to argue their point at every turn, but I’d rather […]
Whoever Plays the Yankees
I have an uncle who loves baseball. When I say that, I’m not sure you can quite understand me – unless you have one of those types in your own family. He LOVES baseball. Now, often team loyalties in sports come through familial ties. A son loves the team his father loves, unless of course, he grows to hate that […]