It has become almost a ritual. A baseball player is suspended for domestic violence; he passes his time away from the game in counseling and perhaps with some community service, then returns to the team when his suspension is up. Broadcasters remark about his return, frequently noting how important he is to the team, how important it is to have him back. And life goes on.
Even with that pattern well established since the establishment of MLB's domestic violence policy in 2015, it came as a shock recently to hear one announcer talk about a suspended pitcher's welcome return "after…
Baseball writers, especially those who stray beyond stats and play-by-play, sometimes venture into philosophy as they seek a way to explain why they spend their adult lives on a kids game. It's “a continuity through the ages,” one said, “a bridging of generations. We join hands with the long line of forefathers and with the dead.”
That may sound a bit pretentious, but those writers don’t have to convince us. Every generation of Kladstrups has picked up a bat, hit a ball, then run the bases feeling the ghosts of family beside them. …
It must hit everybody at the same time — that tingly feeling that says “it’s almost time for baseball.” I knew it had arrived because two Wednesdays ago my husband Don, who is the real author of this blog, plopped a baseball cap on his head for the first time this year.
Gone was his knit hat, the headgear that kept his ears warm all winter and kept the wind off the bald spot on the top of his head. The French call this hat a bonnet. Male or female, it can be startling to hear yourself called on as…
Every family has at least one — a family member who is, let's say, different. The uncle whose jokes were old when Attila the Hun was a baby or the aunt who never having had any kids of her own tells everyone else how to raise theirs.
In our case it's a cousin who has "quirks." For instance, he always watches sports on television with the sound turned off. Announcers get in the way, he says. …
Dear Commissioner Manfred,
Did you notice the television audience for the soccer League Championship Sunday night? Almost 400 million viewers in countries around the world.
(The Super Bowl, by comparison, got only about one-quarter as many — 100 million.) The whole world watched the League finals. Not just the US, Canada and the Spanish-speaking parts of Latin America.
One heck of a lot of those viewers were female — wives, mothers, daughters, sisters, single women, "coupled" ones, old, young, very young. You know, the whole gender.
Because it's an exciting game played-and understood-at a high level by BOTH SEXES.
Yup, another baseball season is underway and you guys are already screwing it up.
On opening day, I tuned in to the Angels-A’s game and saw Matt Olson hit a walk-off grand slam to win it for Oakland 7–3. As Olson rounded the bases, his teammates rushed from the dugout toward home plate. My heart sank. Here it comes, I thought.
Olson was mobbed as he crossed the plate. I watched in disbelief as players jumped all over him and pounded him on the back. Uh, about that virus? I wondered.
I was sure the telecast announcer would say something…
Attention Major League Baseball! It’s time to clean house.
And I’m guessing that for all you old white men who run MLB and own teams, cleaning house means only one thing — get a woman to do it.
You are right! You need a woman — probably a whole team of females! — to clean up the mess you’re making of this season and of the game itself.
Where to start? How about finding a middle-woman to run the negotiations between the owners and the players?
While major league baseball sputters along trying to figure out whether to have a season, let me turn briefly to football and say this: If I were an NFL owner, the first thing I would do is hire Colin Kaepernick to be my quarterback. Not because he’s necessarily the best quarterback available but rather because of what he stands for — or kneels for: to protest police brutality.
My hometown is Minneapolis where another knee made headlines, one belonging to a cop who snuffed out the life of George Floyd.
What’s encouraging is that this despicable crime is prompting people…
Major League Baseball’s idea of playing baseball in Phoenix is the wackiest idea since President Trump said he would like to see the U.S. re-open for business by Easter. Whoever came up with the idea ought to be benched.
The plan, which is still being discussed by Commissioner Rob Manfred and others, would see the 30 clubs resume playing there in May, using the fields some teams play on for spring training.
Has MLB given any thought as to how hot it gets there? I’ve played there in October in the Men’s Senior Baseball League World Series and it’s absolutely…
Anyone following this blog recently may have noticed that I’ve not been a happy camper lately. Sort of grumpy, actually. In one article after another, it seems like all I’ve done is grumble.
I’ve grumbled about the Washington Nationals visiting the White House after winning the World Series, and before them I grumbled about the Boston Red Sox going there. I’ve also grumbled about my beloved Yankees for its silly policy prohibiting beards and long hair policy.
So it’s refreshing to finally write something positive and pass along a couple of things that make me think, “Way to go! One…
American writers living in France, working on forthcoming book, “Almost Home: Playing Baseball in France.” Authors, “Wine & War,” and “Champagne.”