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.
Tag: MLB
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…
Back in the day, before eBay, before Fanatics.com, before the seemingly endless online options to buy branded merchandise of your favorite baseball team, I wanted a jersey of the St. Louis Cardinals. Bad. It was 1978. I was about 12. So I made my own.
“Go Crazy, Folks, Go Crazy!” 