New York is in a state of Linsanity, which brings to mind the craze of one particular rookie phenom.
In the early 1960s, Baseball feared the rising number of Latinos in the game, but in this area, at least, the game has been a positive example for tolerance.
The makers and promoters of the patronizing “Baseball Boyfriends” app have an appreciation of women and baseball that apparently froze in the 1950s. Donna Reed is dead’long live the female stathead.
The relief locusts have overrun the pinch-hitters’ habitat.
Josh Hamilton may be his own worst enemy, but coming in a close second are those that would scourge him for weakness.
A litany of thwarted hopes, Livan Hernandez, Jack Quinn, and other mutterings.
The sequel is finally coming.
Team all-stars by WARP string-where would the pennants stop? Plus, some of the best and worst songs of 1987.
Dour commentary on the Prince Fielder deal is harshing Steve’s buzz. Plus: Alan Trammell’s peak value defined.
Anniversaries that won’t be celebrated at a ballpark near you, from “Don Mattingly Arbitration Day” to “Milwaukee Brewers Night of the Big Tease.”
Baseball Prospectus welcomes aboard fresh talent to the regular staff for the new year.
Dan Duquette is going to be good for the Orioles if he can remember some old bad (but potentially good) habits.
BP snoozes on Monday, 12/26.
Steven Goldman is cynical about everything, including Yu Darvish. And if he had a lawn, you would be invited to get off of it.
In one key regard, the young Pirates are older than you think.
Albert Pujols is very different from anything the Halos have had before.