Somewhere amid Derek Jeter’s fourth or fifth finale on Sunday afternoon, John Farrell spent most of his time faking a smile, trying to be a part of all the pomp and circumstance as another baseball season came to a close. In many ways, the season for Farrell and his Red Sox ended months ago. No doubt the sting hurt more on Sunday, as mathematical elimination and inevitable closure became a physical reality as the sun finally set on Fenway Park, its home players and Beantown’s most faithful. I imagine John Farrell muttering about in his mind of what went wrong; surveying the field on the last day of the season, questioning and second guessing every decision and asking himself how the Red Sox went from the … Read More… →
Opening Day has always been much more than the start of a new baseball season. For the players and teams, it marks a new opportunity. For some, it is a chance to put physical or statistical shortcomings behind them. For others, it’s finding someway to harness past success and release it in time for a brand new campaign. And for many, it’s the first taste of playing in front of the tall buildings.
From the fan perspective, Opening Day is a celebration of the past, and a time to party and look towards the possibilities of the future. Who will surprise? Who will disappoint? Is our team destined for play in October?
Here in Detroit, I don’t think there’s been a more intriguing Opening Day … Read More… →
Tonight the Tigers give it another try. Under Jim Leland, they’ve been to the post-season many times and twice been to the World Series–crushed by the Cardinals in ’06 and crushed by the Giants last year. It’s a battle of the big-dough, Little Caesar’s fortune against Billy Bean’s rummage-sale sabremetrics (although he’s never publicly endorsed the scheme).
Poor Mike Ilitch (a phrase not heard often), born just four months before the stock market crash, has had to endure plenty of Great Depressions. He transformed the 1970’s Red Wings from a group outdrawn at Joe Louis Arena by the Ice Capades into the Yankees of … Read More… →
I blame Justin Timberlake. Without the Super Bowl wardrobe malfunction with Janet Jackson, there wouldn’t be such a long delay of live television broadcasts–and I could just turn down the set and have the radio playing.
Anyone unfortunate enough to watch a Tiger game beside me knows that I’ve got a collection on my phone’s note-pad. It’s a three year-old assembly that was created as a little therapy.
The title of the list: “Rod-isms.”
Rod Allen is a former Tiger who batted .333 for the club–for his 15 games. At an ’84 reunion of the last World Series champions in the Motor City, I was very happy … Read More… →
–T. S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”
I always liked that mileage marker that Eliot used. For many of us in education, we measure our lives in years teaching–or perhaps by an unforgettable group of students (good or bad!). My sister Katie, a managing editor of weekly magazines for over 20 years observed that teachers at least had closure, that there is time to take a step back and assess what’s been done. When Katie was finishing one magazine for print, the following two weeks’ magazines were well under-way.