Once upon a time, the world was not blessed cursed plagued experienced with cathode ray tubes and cabletology and digitality and plasmalogy and webology and the like. In 1921, in the midst of one of the greatest tragedies in the history of mankind, that being Prohibition, the Pittsburgh Pirates and the Philadelphia Phillies could be heard through a little box known as a radio. It was probably a hot...

Is this July? I feel as if the season's end has already arrived. Sixty-eight degrees at 11:30am? The death of summer looms as heavily as the infamous Trade Deadline. I hate this time of year.Why hate the Trade Deadline? Well, knots, the knots that tie when thinking about losing what is so close to being good, losing a future star, losing a present star. It's like waiting for a meteor shower, that's...

Extra, extra, a hit and go home. Empty stands at 10:30pm, yet joy. Young Bruce, a hit. Dancing on basepath, then go. Kepp. Crack. Rounding third and heading for home. Edwin takes the helmet.Johnny K, Johnny K eleven. One bad inning adds two extra frames. ONE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN PITCHES FREAK OUT. Cy Young is human in sixth. Big bats gone. No home runs. Run home. Score, score, score, SCORE!Obscurity ne...

While I continue to think about how Barry Larkin's contract with the Nationals is up at the end of this year and work on a piece about the greatest Reds player in my lifetime and one of the best ever, I thought I'd take the time to post something. Anything. And it just so happens my thoughts are on Pontius Pilate, thanks to a sort of biography I'm reading by Ann Wroe.My second favorite book in the...

Yes, I've been neglecting my duties as a faithful servant of the great religion of baseball. The truth is, suddenly, as if seven years of losing caught up with me all at once, I've had a sort of decrease in interest. I did watch the All Star debacle, all five hundred and fifty-five hours of it, and I felt a twinge of excitement when I saw potential 20 game winner Voltron on the mound (wood, where a...