Kiké Hernández Shines When the Lights Are the Brightest
In 2012, I took my son’s travel ball team to a Lancaster Jethawks game. I had arranged for each kid to run out on the field with his positional counterpart in the top of the first inning. As the kids gathered, the second baseman circled the boys up and told them to sprint to the…
Fans Need To Do Their Job
In the bottom of the first inning of Game 2 of the NLDS, Mookie Betts hit a ball 354 feet down the left field line. Jurickson Profar, a converted shortstop, went back to the wall, leaped into the stands extending his gloved left hand as far as he possibly could, and then retreated back onto…
Bring Socialism to the Ballpark
Color me a socialist. Not in the political sense, but in the idea that people who come to sporting events should, by and large, be treated equally and fairly. It truly bothers me when – at the ballpark – the rich only get richer. I certainly understand that the more you pay for your ticket,…
Broadcast Blues (2024 Version)
I have a buddy from high school (and college) whose son is a budding baseball broadcaster. He went to school at Mizzou and learned the ropes. He has spent summers calling collegiate league games and has honed his craft with the hope of making a career of it. I have listened to many of his…
Dave Roberts’ Savvy Strategy Pays Off
If you are a regular listener to the Effectively Wild podcast, or if you are a fan of college baseball, you know there is one strategy that is available to major league managers, but that is rarely utilized. There are multiple (potential) reasons this strategy is avoided: To avoid embarrassment; to give pitchers “clean” batters”;…
Web Gems & Premier Plays Induce Strong Feelings
In the interest of full candor, I have an addiction. I am addicted to great defensive plays. Sure, most of us are. We baseball fans delight in watching highlights of a home run robbery or a player diving into the stands to make a great catch. But my compulsion runs deeper. For instance, I can…
Living My Dream
My nephew is living my dream. Unlike me, who – many, many years ago – had to walk on, he was recruited to play Division I baseball. He did a workout for the coaches, and joined the team. It wasn’t that easy – most things never are. He – like me – had to endure…
Passing The Torch: Part II
I have written here and elsewhere – as recently as a few weeks ago – about the family aspect of my baseball fandom. My grandfather passed along his love of the game and the Red Sox to my father, who bequeathed it to me; I, in turn, gave it to my son. Four generations, more…
Passing the Torch
This article first appeared in the IBWAA Here’s The Pitch newsletter on April 11, 2024 I have written many times in this space about my family connection to baseball. My grandfather, the stalwart Max, lived in Boston and was a Royal Rooter. My father, Saul, grew up in Beantown, sneaking into Fenway (but no hot…
The Swallow Before the Choke
We are deep into Spring Training, which got me thinking about a trip to Arizona we made about six years ago. While visiting Sloane Park in Mesa, I was lucky enough to meet Bill Buckner. Billy Buck, he of the 2,715 hits and career .289 batting average, but also he of the “slow roller up…