I went to college in 1991. My roommate had a Genesis and this was one of the games he played obsessively to its end. I can still remember the chiptune that played when he entered a tavern. I tried playing it when he was out but it was so deep and invested that I just couldn’t get far with it. But man will I remember… Read more
Arguments over the hall of fame have nothing to do with the player. They’re about someone (or something) else the arguer hates. Toss in the baldfaced generational butthurt (both directions) and you have the most insufferable time of the year for any mildly interested baseball fan.
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Dear Shep’s Mom: Your boy gave me both (2) presents for my inscrutable parents and both gifts passed the “well chosen” test this year for the first time since 2012. I can’t remember the last time I ate so contentedly after the gift opening. My wrapping job still sucked, but you raised a good boy.
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Dear Shep’s Mom: Your boy gave me both (2) presents for my inscrutable parents and both gifts passed the “well…
He got hurt a lot. There was a nagging ankle injury on his front hitting foot. But it’s still speculative that sans injury he’d be in their company — look how long it took for Rice to make the HOF (as one measure). I view him somewhat like Trot Nixon. Definitely a fan favorite, tenure long enough to be beloved. That’s… Read more
See, I grew up in the South, so I knew with that Camaro mustache he probably had a twangy high-pitched voice. So when I met him, it didn’t throw me a bit.
Here’s how it went down. I watched batting practice. Tom Brunansky hit the ladder (now removed) on the wall twice. Peter Gammons walked the third base line talking…