The end of the Red Sox relevance

The end of the Red Sox relevance

In 2013, my cousin Ed contacted me about contributing some of my baseball blog posts to a small, free bi-weekly print newspaper two of his former fraternity brothers from Plymouth State College—also my own alma mater—were publishing in Boston. Seeing it as an...
Play ball! Then what?

Play ball! Then what?

If you’re seeking your daily dose of optimism and affirmations, now is a good time to stop reading. While one might expect a little more enthusiasm from a baseball fan, seeing Spring Training 2.0 resumes today, at this point—after three full months living through a...
Baseball is dead. Does anyone care?

Baseball is dead. Does anyone care?

My affinity for baseball is largely romantic, a medley of images and associations: the smell of leather and linseed oil, the crack of a bat making solid contact. I’ve always been drawn to the game’s serene rhythms broken by an eruption from the crowd. I’ve also...
Absent Minded Musings

Absent Minded Musings

I’m going to say it plainly. I’m going to say it, and it will probably seem trite. I’m going to say it this way because there’s no other way I can say it without sounding sentimental.  I miss sports. A lot. Last week, the NFL threw sports fans some chum by...
An Electric Night in the Time of Quarantine

An Electric Night in the Time of Quarantine

Friday night will, invariably, go down as the most electric night in New England sports lore. Not only did the Boston Red Sox win their first World Series title at Fenway Park in 95 years, the New England Patriots then won their fourth Super Bowl title, squeaking out...