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?
Slimed jerseys, bloody jerseys, Harry Cary inspired jerseys…
A mixture of classic fiction, modern soon-to-be-TV novels, end of the world warnings, guides, modern history and parenting books
