Muy a menudo, Coors Field actúa como inhibidor al bloquear la señal y deteniendo el proceso de consideración incluso antes de que comience.
Too often Coors Field acts like an inhibitor, blocking the signal and halting the process of consideration before it can even begin.
There’s a thing we do, as modern worn-out adults. We have children, and we want to give those children experiences, and we can’t afford real experiences like ruins and cathedrals and shit. Not like our own childhoods, where we were left alone for hours on end to wander empty backyards, static and safe. So we…
Today in the continued Hellscape Off-Season for Mariners fans, James Paxton was traded to the Yankees for Justus Sheffield and the Justus Sheffield Singers. I had a tip this was going down, so I spent the early part of my day looking up things about Justus Sheffield. I stumbled upon this article from MLB.com from…
There was a lot going on, verbally, yesterday in baseball. The offseason bell was rung in the traditional fashion, with the ceremonial sad Rays-Mariners trade, and every GM gazed upon the dozens of thirtysomething second baseman that comprise the free agent market. Fans and reporters, meanwhile, girded themselves for another long winter, suffering from baseball’s…
There are one hundred and eight stitches on a baseball. I know because, as a teenager, I used to count them like a rosary, alone in my room, in the dark, far into the night. Often I would count them silently. If I spoke it was a mild whisper. I would sit and feel the…
They brought baseball under the cover of cannon fire; within weeks of the Battle of Manila, soldiers were playing baseball in the fields, demonstrating their Americanness to the new Americans. Designed to supplant the local sport of cockfighting and instill cultural values and language, it proved a clumsy and effective propaganda, as the sport swept…
Major League Baseball used to take the whole “don’t break news during the postseason” pretty seriously. Calvin Griffith, for instance, was once beaten with a sack of oranges for announcing he was going to explore paying his players in company scrip in 1983.* *Do not fact-check this. But times change. Recently, the Commissioner has politely…
Tomorrow the Boston Red Sox and the Los Angeles Dodgers will face off in the 2018 World Series. I find this fitting, because the entire 2018 season is destined to escape my memory, and because I always assume that one or the other played in any series I can’t recall. This may seem unfair to…
Violent clashes are a historic part of sport. “Kill! Kill! Kill!” we chant continuously through every televised sporting event, the only sound detectable over our shouts being the opening and closing of the front door as our families leave us for the last time. The attempts to contain the natural brute force and gore of…
One of the things I like about being a writer is that you can always keep everything. Artists and sculptors have to mine their own souls, transfer that material into physical form, and then give it away to other people. Musicians and actors can record themselves, sure, but their performances are trapped in that moment…
With the end of the Major League Baseball regular season coming on Sunday, this may be my last chance to write about Joe Mauer as an active player (and get paid to do it). As a lifelong Twins fan (who appreciates monetary compensation), I would be a fool not to. But what is there to…
