Courtesy of indulgent friends, family, and loved ones, some of the BP crew got to feed their need for hardball this holiday season… Jim Baker: My fantasy team partner Sam got me a Shea Stadium cap. It’s got crossed bats on it and “1964.” I am taking the loss of Shea quite personally, so this was an especially appropriate gift–I’ll be wearing it on my last visit there next summer.
Maury Brown: My six-year-old son, God bless him, picked out all the Christmas gifts for me and Mom this year–for me, he picked out an MLB Properties version of checkers that uses Yankees and Red Sox hats. “Let’s get this for daddy. He loves baseball and we can play.” And with no prompting from Mom, whatsoever!
Bil Burke: I coach high school baseball, and I was given the gift of attending a pretty nice coaches clinic as a guest of the presenter… a $75 value. Also, I got to see the PECCOTAs before virtually anyone else this year, and most importantly, before the rest of my fantasy/Scoresheet opponents. Oh, and I got White Sox coasters for my poker table.
Clay Davenport: My baseball loot was The New Yorker’s Book of Baseball Cartoons and a virtual speed baseball–one of those speed registers within the ball for when you throw it thingies. I figure it ought to be a big hit at various roto drafts.
Gary Huckabay: My wife got me guitar lessons. I haven’t yet figured out whether to be flattered or insulted.
Christina Kahrl: I was delighted to get a copy of Norman Macht’s Connie Mack and the Early Years of Baseball, and plan on diving into it as soon as we get this year’s annual out of the way. Hey, it’s the A’s, plus I’ll be interested to see what Macht has to say about whether the 1914 World Series was on the level. I also received a copy of 61*, which I promptly got around to watching later that Xmas Day. Baseball in December? I’ll take what I can get; I’ve seen Ralphie shoot his eye out and Albert Finney croak out holiday tunes more than enough for one lifetime. If I want croaking, I’ll settle in to listen to my new copy of Rammstein’s Rosenrot, thenkyooverramuch.
David Laurila: In an odd twist, I received no baseball-related gifts this year, but did buy Jacoby Ellsbury t-shirts for my wife and daughter. Each wanted one, and yes, I expect that doing so does virtually guarantees that he will now be traded.
John Perrotto: Continuing a tradition that started when Topps first starting selling boxed sets retail and my parents would buy them for me as a Christmas gift, my wife bought me the 2007 set. I doubt if too many other 43-year-olds received this particular gift, but that gives me 40 striaght complete sets of Topps cards, dating back to 1968. No, I never plan on growing up.