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Baseball Says Thank You

Cutch Hug

MLB thanks the fans, but how do I say, “Thank you,” to baseball, besides forking over the cash for my season tickets, of course?

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Win or Lose, We Are Fans Forever

It's our very own Greis!

One of our writers made the front page of her local paper today. Many of us feel her pain. Read more…

About A Year Ago…Football or Baseball

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Some things are universally true. Read more…

The Beanball: A Scourge In Baseball

Adam Greenberg holds his head after being hit by a pitch in 2005.

Nothing infuriates me more during a baseball game than a beanball. Ok, ok, maybe bunting. I’ve never understood why so many fans cheer for a bean. It’s not the sportsmanlike behavior fans expect of the men that we pay a lot of money to watch play a game we love. These men are paid quite handsomely and are idols to many in their communities, and then in an instant they can turn to this childish attempt at “revenge”. What happened to being the bigger man? What happened to playing the game with grace? What happened to ethics?

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Pittsburgh Pirates: Could This Be THE YEAR?

Cheesy Baseball Heart

When I asked a few of my fellow yinzers to chime in on the Pirates’ season at the All Star break I wasn’t sure what I would get in return. Many are so beaten down by the last 20 years of losing seasons that they can’t find even a morsel of enthusiasm in their icebox-like hearts. Losing isn’t something we are accustomed to in this City of Champions (and the Pirates, so the t-shirts say).

Then I opened an email containing the words you see below, words that resonated with me and brought back my own vivid memories of the 1975 and 1986 Red Sox World Series defeats. Saying “Sid Bream” in the ‘burgh is not unlike saying “Bucky Dent” to a Sox fan. And my kid has stayed up late for important games since he was two years old and the Steelers won Super Bowl XLIII. I knew the words should stand alone.

Thank you, Kdiddy. Thank you for not being bitter. Thank you for sharing this with all of us. -kjd

I can remember with startling clarity the moment that the Pirates lost the NLCS in 1992. I wasn’t watching the game, but instead listening to my mom watch it on TV downstairs. The game hadn’t started until 8:30 and my bedtime arrived somewhere in the middle. Despite the dire importance of that particular game, my mom sent me to bed. (Note: as an indirect result of the events of that night, my kid is permitted to stay up as late as necessary for important games, consequences be damned.) I could hear my mom’s giddiness as they entered the bottom of the ninth with a 2-0 lead, just three outs away from going to the World Series. She paced around the living room, softly clapping her hands and hissing, “C’mon Bucs. C’mon Bucs.” As the last half of the inning progressed, and the crowd in Fulton County Stadium grew more frenzied, I could tell that things were going horribly awry. My mom groaned, then grew silent. Then Sid Bream slid across home plate as the Braves fans collectively lost their minds. I wasn’t sure what had happened until I heard my mom’s Green Weenie drop to the floor with a pathetic rattle. I cried for a few minutes, as quietly as I could since I didn’t want my mom to know that I was still awake, before finally drifting off into a sad sleep. Read more…