I stumbled across these today and didn’t want them to get lost, so what better place to archive than here on Pickin’ Splinters??
Before work began, the St. Louis Cardinals’ new hitting coach, Mark McGwire, found himself trapped by a crew of news reporters. They hounded the former slugger with questions about his past. McGwire smoothly redirected the discussion, referring to how he has ‘moved on’ and that the ‘evolution of his swing’ was…
The Mobile Satchel returned to in 1923 was full of optimism. The Great War had been good to the city, expanding Alabama’s only deep-water port and making Mobile a trading hub for products as varied as lumber, tractors, and blackstrap molasses. Mardi Gras was back after a wartime siesta, as was the city’s reputation as the Little Easy.
I’ve been pretty good this year … okay, maybe just a bit better than average … so I have a pretty modest wish list for you. The great thing about this list is that you don’t have to rush the elves to GET ‘ER DONE by 12/25. Nope, this list can be accomplished over several weeks … even months, if not years. Okay … coming clean here … some of the items are nearly miracles, so you might want to get some help from YOU KNOW WHO. So this is what I want, in no particular order, but the most important stuff is definitely at the end:
I thought now would be a good time to provide a little update on the Pickin’ Splinters Baseball Challenge, that little exercise in forecasting that many of us took part in back in April.
4-4-5. That’s four games, in four cities, over five days. Sept 23-27 were the dates for my recent BLT (Bucket List Trip) … a journey that I will fondly remember until Alzheimer’s kicks in. Mike “Crash” Mergen, the architect of this sports odyssey, had been planning the details for the better part of a year. The goal was [...]
By now, it’s pretty much old news that the New York Times reports that David Ortiz and Manny Ramirez were on the list
On the day that I make my annual trek to Cooperstown for Baseball Hall of Fame Induction Weekend, I thought it would be interesting to share an experience from last summer when I visited a completely different museum celebrating the history of America’s pastime.
It is a deadly syndrome that is starting to sweep Major League baseball. There has been only one case known until recently and that case has existed only in Canada. But now rumors are circulating, that the syndrome is slowly spreading across the United States. It is the Roy Halladay Syndrome.
The county where I grew up in New York happens to be the birthplace of two of the 289 members of the National Baseball Hall of Fame.