I’m sure there is a college baseball team somewhere in the United States that needed…
Author: Phillip Tutor
Baseball fan. St. Louis Cardinals fan. Raised on baseball in Memphis. Faux expert on baseball in Alabama. Lifetime .200 hitter, good glove, below-average arm.
Last Thursday — Jan. 31, 2019 — would have been Jackie Robinson’s 100th birthday. Retrospectives…
Like a dedicated flat-earther, I’ve always believed I played my last high school baseball game…
My wife loves winter. I hate it. I hate the cold. I hate the darkness. I hate having to layer up like a Siberian fisherman just to walk the dog. (And I live in Alabama. Imagine how ornery I’d be about this if I lived in Maine.) Plus, baseball is dormant.
One of baseball’s nostalgic joys is fans’ personal “I Was There When” lists. Like snowflakes…
If the 1982 National League Championship Series were a beer, it’d be lukewarm and flat. You’d either love it — for some unknown reason — or despise it.
I’m the former. I love it.
A few months ago — nine, actually — my son, Nicholas, and I tried to find Jarry Park, the first home of the Montreal Expos. We didn’t find it.
Unlike Atlanta’s Ted Turner, Anniston’s Marvin Fowler didn’t own the local baseball team that was…
Tony Smeraglia is Anniston’s Thurman Munson. Granted, he didn’t hit like Munson, a career .292…
I thought I knew all of the major stuff about Memphis baseball. (I’m obsessed with it, after all.) But when I saw that orange Astros-styled cap and Blues shooting-star jersey themed after the Astros’ iconic 1960s look, I was stumped. Were they real?
