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Memorial Day-Taking a moment to reflect on those who made the greatest sacrifice…that and to reflect on why Major League Baseball makes teams wear such ugly  hats?

On a raining Memorial Day in Chicago with the Lame-O Cubs in Pittsburgh and the White Sox off, I reminisce about attending ballgames at old Yankees Stadium.  The bright sunshine enveloping you, the feeling like time stood still (in a good way, not in a “too many trips to the mound” way)… the memories are distinct and indescribable.  They’re also the antithesis of dreary Chicago Baseball (weather and otherwise). There was nothing like walking through the dark tunnel that opened up to the field, seeing that amazing bright green grass.  The electricity was visceral.   

 

I can’t remember being at the Stadium on a Memorial Day.  Nonetheless, I spent my fair share of Independence Days in the Boogie Down.  My favorite would easily be July 4th, 2002.  A road trip from Cooperstown found me and a bunch of fellow interns from the National Baseball Hall of Fame in the Bleachers.  I’ll never forget Beth (from Tennessee) being memorized by the name chant at the top of the first. 

 

                Are you sayin’ that we get to chant their names until the players are forced to wave at us?

                – Yeah, aint it great?

 

I can’t remember who won that day, not because I’m ending this story on a soft “Wonder Years” moment. I actually got amazing cranky, because they took Mike Mussina out for Mike Stanton.  I was looking at a five hour drive ahead of me and I’m staying for Mike Stanton? 

 

Happy Memorial Day!

It’s that time of year where we take a moment to reflect on those who made the greatest sacrifice for our country…that and to reflect on why Major League Baseball makes teams where such ugly hats this day.  Seriously, can’t we just pop an American Flag on the side and call it a day?  The white hat with the red bill jars me.  Yuck.

 

And if your Barbeque hasn’t been rained out, like mine…

Raise a beer to Indians Pitcher David Huff.  If anything, you can say he had a rough week and deserves a cold one himself.  And raise a burger (or a veggie burger if you’re absolutely no fun) to Alex Rodriguez for showing that even the slickest ballplayers can have a heart.

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Memorial Day-Taking a moment to reflect on those who made the greatest sacrifice…that and to reflect on why Major League Baseball makes teams wear such ugly hats

On a raining Memorial Day in Chicago with the Lame-O Cubs in Pittsburgh and the White Sox off, I reminisce about attending ballgames at old Yankees Stadium.  The bright sunshine enveloping you, the feeling like time stood still (in a good way, not in a “too many trips to the mound” way)… the memories are distinct and indescribable.  They’re also the antithesis of dreary Chicago Baseball (weather and otherwise). There was nothing like walking through the dark tunnel that opened up to the field, seeing that amazing bright green grass.  The electricity was visceral.   

 

I can’t remember being at the Stadium on a Memorial Day.  Nonetheless, I spent my fair share of Independence Days in the Boogie Down.  My favorite would easily be July 4th, 2002.  A road trip from Cooperstown found me and a bunch of fellow interns from the National Baseball Hall of Fame in the Bleachers.  I’ll never forget Beth (from Tennessee) being memorized by the name chant at the top of the first. 

 

                Are you sayin’ that we get to chant their names until the players are forced to wave at us?

                – Yeah, aint it great?

 

I can’t remember who won that day, not because I’m ending this story on a soft “Wonder Years” moment. I actually got amazing cranky, because they took Mike Mussina out for Mike Stanton.  I was looking at a five hour drive ahead of me and I’m staying for Mike Stanton? 

 

Happy Memorial Day!

It’s that time of year where we take a moment to reflect on those who made the greatest sacrifice for our country…that and to reflect on why Major League Baseball makes teams where such ugly hats this day.  Seriously, can’t we just pop an American Flag on the side and call it a day?  The white hat with the red bill jars me.  Yuck.

 

And if your Barbeque hasn’t been rained out, like mine…

Raise a beer to Indians Pitcher David Huff.  If anything, you can say he had a rough week and deserves a cold one himself.  And raise a burger (or a veggie burger if you’re absolutely no fun) to Alex Rodriguez for showing that even the slickest ballplayers can have a heart.

Happy Opening Day from a Facebook Point of View

In honor of this glorious Opening Day (aren’t they all?), the following are some of the funniest baseball conversations I’ve heard, had, or saw on Facebook all day…

 

Jessie S. set her Facebook status to say, “Jessie S. is so happy for baseball.” Jess, I’m confused…aren’t you an Indians fan?

 

Speaking of Indians fans, the following is just an excerpt of Maureen W.’s love letter to the Cleveland Indians Front Office, “Dear Cleveland Indians, I thought we were going to try to win this year. Remember? Oh, your cheap-*** owners got rid of everybody during the off-season? I miss the mid-90s.”  Me too, Mo.  Slap bracelets can’t come back quick enough.

 

Andrew R. says, “Go Baseball!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Where?  If this involves me getting on the Red line in the dead heat of the summer, I’m taking up hockey.

 

Peter G. says, “Watched the Cubs get down 14-5 before I finally turned it off. Cubs, you are in serious danger of me allowing my son to grow up a Yankees fan, just so he knows what it’s like to win something. Stop sucking.”

 

On the same topic, Eric L. says “What the ****. There’s no one at that flipping ball park on top of it all.***** you Atlanta. I hope you burn to the ground…(again)”

 

(Singing) Go, Cubs go. Go, Cubs gooooooo……  What?  Too soon to start singing this ironically?

 

Upon David Wright’s homerun in today’s game:

Me: “Yey!”

My Roommate Meeg (in the other room): “Yey!  Wait! What are we cheering for?”

 

Jay S. said, “You know what I love about the Yankees….I don’t know anything about sports, but I still know who Don Mattingly is.  Now, Dolly Parton is a completely different story.”

 

Dujuan P. said to Jay M., “So if the Mets start winning, is Trish going to flip back to being a Mets fan?” Woah! Easy, aren’t you a White Sox fan?  Make yourself at home….stab someone.

 

When Johan Santana gave up a hit in the third inning,  Howie R. said on the Mets radio broadcast, “And the Mets will yet again not have a nohitter.” Dude! It was the third inning.  That’s like me singing karaoke at a bar and you telling me that I just lost out on my chances of winning “American Idol.” 

 

Mike G. said, “The Pittsburgh Pirates are in first place.” (Cue me falling off the couch laughing)

 

Lori S. says, “Hip, Hip Jorge!”  Oh come on, Lori! You can come up with something better than that….Oh wait! That’s what your adorable baby girl says when Posada comes to bat? I’ll go hang my head in shame, now.

 

My uncle said, “”Go Boston Go! May the yank’s suck Boston mud. ;-)”

I refuse to comment on smack talk that isn’t grammatically correct.

 

And finally, from my Facebook status, “Hey Boston! You may have won this one but don’t be shocked when you see all your tires slashed in the parking lot.” Happy Opening Day, ya’ll!