For anyone looking for their next joyful read, where someone happens to play baseball and everyone gets to be in love
When my pitch came, I knew it.
I didn’t think about it, I just knew.
I missed it by a mile.
Whoever’s still standing is safe. That’s the call. That was always the call. Might.
Baseball cards, bike messengers, Pokémon, punk bands and Pulley
Growing up without a hometown baseball team, but being a baseball fan, deprived me of the all-encompassing passion of being a fan of one team, that fabled, monogamous, live-with-the-team, die-with-the-team relationship
I lost while rooting for the Yankees. I’ve never been so humiliated.
Will this ever happen in American sports? No! We do not deserve nice things. But what if we did?