Thanking José Altuve for making fellow diminutive people look good; picking a team to root for isn’t as hard as picking a college, thank goodness; a Nashville native knows he won’t pick any Nashville expansion team
Some players don’t have to be told by Ken Griffey Jr. to keep fighting; the Minnesota Twins are Emma Stone in “The Favourite”; ever see an ejected manager leave the field through the center field fence?
It’s important to acknowledge what this ad is and is not. It is not a sign of some cultural sea change within the game of baseball, wherein more than a century of stodgy traditionalists, puritan-descendant Northeasterners and barely disguised racists have bludgeoned the exuberance out of the young, reckless and darker skinned. It is an…
Watching the Mariners crawl their way toward respectability like the first fishes onto the world’s beaches, I never would have believed that Ken Griffey Jr. might ever not be the best player in baseball, much less that he would end up being considered junior to his dad. It’s happening, though.