Smells Like Teen Nothing #3

I’ve always been fascinated by baseball superstitions — don’t step on the foul line, don’t mention a no-hitter before it’s done, don’t (or do) have sex the day you’re playing, Mark Fidrych talking to the ball and squatting down on all fours to pile up pitching mound dirt just right, Moises Alou urinating on his… Continue reading Smells Like Teen Nothing #3

Things I Said on March 28

2012: Apparent horrifying dead-ant infestation across certain sections of the upstairs carpet fortunately turns out to be tiny, uniformly segmented pieces of Navy blue corduroy, from Lalena trimming her pants. Still don’t get how some of the bits crawled all the way out to the hallway, though. 2014: Just collected and froze a whole cup… Continue reading Things I Said on March 28

Writerly Wroots

Raymond Cummings just asked his facebook friends an excellent question that I’m amazed nobody has ever asked me before: “Who were the most important writers of your youth? Let’s make the cut off point age 13 or so (13 is the intended ceiling).This can mean: Novelists Comedians Cartoonists Lyricists Poets Comic book authors Etc” This… Continue reading Writerly Wroots

International Trade

Had no idea ’til yesterday (or maybe forgot a couple generations ago) that Minnie Miñoso was once traded (from the White Sox to the then-Indians in 1957) for Early Wynn. Somebody more fluent in useless ancient baseball trivia should correct me if I’m wrong, but I assume this is the only time in history that… Continue reading International Trade

A Tale of Two Ballplayers

My first journalistic focus was sports, which I got the opportunity to cover during two college summer breaks for an upper Oakland County, Michigan suburban weekly inexplicably known as the Spinal Column. (Years before, even before I delivered the early-morning daily Detroit Free Press, my first hired job was carrying the Spinal Column on Wednesday… Continue reading A Tale of Two Ballplayers

Bill “Spaceman” Lee profile, 1987

As far as I’ve been convinced, the 1970s of Mark Fidryrch and Dock Ellis and Luis Tiant and Al Hrabosky (all pitchers, hmmm) were the last great era of baseball eccentricity. (See my friend Dan Epstein’s wonderfully funky Big Hair, Plastic Grass for in-depth knowledge.) Not counting a brief return for the Wild Thing/John Kruk… Continue reading Bill “Spaceman” Lee profile, 1987