Weekends like this one are a lot like those periodic bad hands you get when you’re playing cards. You play it as best you can, all the while thinking the deck’s got it in for you, then tuck the memory into your rear view mirror and get on with it.
It was during the 1961 season that I arrived at my present state of baseball consciousness. That was the year the American League expanded from eight teams to ten, and many of the league’s hitters feasted on the diluted pitching caused by the presence of around twenty pitchers who weren’t
I am posting this on September 15, 2011, in honor of my first visit to Philadelphia. I’ll be off to see the Phillies in a few minutes. I’m excited about seeing Citizens Bank Park. I remember Chris Short very well. He was a tall, hard-throwing left hander who had a