I was 11 and my buddy, Dennis, and I
kept hounding Coach Phillips for some chew

And by the third inning, it’s really, truly, shittily finished. “They gave us about twenty minutes of thinking we were in it,” Tim says. “Twenty minutes.”

We have not seen Mark for the rest of the season, confirming my steadfast belief that he was either a criminal masquerading as an employee or an employee who was immediately fired once his conduct towards an Access Member and celebrated Hobart columnist was discovered.

THE SEATTLE MARINERS' history is one long tale of woe studded with infrequently dazzling displays of... more

The cherry and strawberry seasons have passed; the apples are reddening. Only a few games remain. A Pit Spitter lays down a bunt, and the runner on third crashes in: a perfect suicide squeeze.

The thing I can't wrap my head around, when it comes to the 2003 Detroit Tigers, is what it must have... more

For a moment, regardless of our lives, everything the light touches is warm and friendly, and we are all indeed in the same circle: Access Member Humans who love Access Member Dogs and can put up with their people for three hours because we also love baseball.

In a long baseball season, there’s always the question of whether any one game matters

Horace Guy Womack was in the employ of four different Major League teams across five seasons, a serviceable... more

I write this from a subterranean lair packed tight with things: books, CDs, LPs, cassettes, an old laptop or two, and... more

We’re in line for beer and a guy in a Yankees hat turns to Tim, looks him up and down in his BoSoxery, and asks if he can buy his beers for half-price on our badge.
“Only if you say the Yankees suck,” Tim says.

We’re in line for beer and a guy in a Yankees hat turns to Tim, looks him up and down in his BoSoxery, and asks if he can buy his beers for half-price on our badge.
“Only if you say the Yankees suck,” Tim says.

More than most players, examining Guerrero's life feels like voyeurism, or like wandering hospital corridors with your head on a swivel. When he was good, he was, as James suggested, astonishingly good... But his bad times were difficult to watch, and lacked the privacy that we'd all hope would greet our worst moments.

And yet, when it came to hitting a baseball, I always liked my odds.

I watched Jim Johnson try to close out the 9thin front of a half-capacity Camden Yards. My father was supposed to come, but he was six blocks up... more

The solidity of contact is registered first in the hands. The knowledge radiates outward from there. 

I have torn up the boy whose baseball
You are signing again.
He was beautiful,
As you are, Brooks Robinson,
As you lean your name back, a... more

“You can’t pee here,” Brendan tells me as I climb inside the doorway leading into the belly of the Green Monster. What he... more

Old Seals Stadium is a shopping center now. It is a parking lot, a grocery store, a 24 Hour Fitness, a Ross Dress for Less, a... more

I’m sitting on our carpet, legs crossed, beer in my crotch. 

The girl wonders how he went from a boy with big league dreams to selling booze at a store on Long Island.

It's their first practice in good spring weather,
not only not raining, not cold, but full of light.

good game
good game
good game

Breathing heavily, we make it to the corner of the vacant dry cleaner’s. Still no one has rented it, I say. 

He said that Thompson could be the fastest to hit five hundred, a first ballot Hall of Famer, but I just nodded and sipped my coffee.