Overzealous parents? Seemed like every kid had one in 1965. I don’t care if you’re only eight years old. You wanna be like Mick, you better get up early, boy…
Found this pic on the Pinterest.
High Water Mark?
…that’s what they called the stone wall at Cemetery Ridge. The South never made it that far north again.
Is that what we’ve got here?
The big man is off to an insane start. Is this as good as it gets?
Christmas Solstice!
It’s Christmas Eve, and all through the land, who’s more excited than a baseball fan?
See, it’s been 53 days since the final play of that amazing, heroic World Series that made a legend of Jose Altuve and a romantic icon of Carlos Correa. And it’s just 53 more days until pitchers and catchers report for Spring Training.
We’re halfway there. We’ve passed the lowest, darkest days, and the promise of warmth and light and summer breeze beckons. The game will always be there, waiting to come back and soothe us with the pop of leather and the crack of Louisville Ash and the first shouts of “Play Ball!”
Merry Chistmas to all. And to all, Happy Solstice!
