Pitching, at its best, is a beautiful ruthless painting that deserves to be hung on a wall for people to stare at for hours. The grip. Deception. The wind up. Release. It is splashed paint all around home, sometimes it’s anarchy, pure chaos, and sometimes it’s precision. Precise. Perfect. Powerful. Beauty. I’ve spent hours this…
(I’m going to be getting weird over at The Hardball Times now, as well as continuing to contribute for Blue Jays Nation. Here’s a look at my first article over there with the link.) *** On June 6, 2013, Bud Selig’s carnival had pitched its June tent in Secaucus, New Jersey for another year’s MLB First-Year…
I go to one Jays game a month with a friend of mine who is from South Korea. His name is Jung-Ho, and he thinks the KBO is boring and he loves the MLB. He told me that the talent in the KBO is as good as Double-A baseball here. He’s a huge Giants fan,…
The sky is uninspiring, much like the baseball being played in the south side of Chicago these days. Toronto is at Guaranteed Rate Field getting ready to take on the White Sox for the third day in a row. The stadium should be called Comiskey Park, but we’re living in different times. Both of these…
I remember sitting on my balcony last summer listening to baseball. I had my screen door open and the game turned up, so that I could hear it outside.
The people of Manchester are downtown enjoying bar snacks and hops, blowing some steam on another Friday night. The old red-brick buildings on Elm St. add to the character of this peaceful small town. No big city lights. No big city sounds.
There are a lot of hardcore Jays fans from coast to coast – there’s no doubt about that. If you rounded up each and every diehard fan and built a city for them, and then relocated the Jays to that city, the numbers at the gate would be a lot higher than USA Today reported…
As many of you know, I love taking hard swigs from the prospect bottle. I dive into it like it’s the Gulf of Mexico and I’m a Canadian who hasn’t felt the warm sun or splashed in salty water all winter. I open my shitty MiLB app that functions like it was designed by grade 11…
I was at the final game before the Vlad era began. And as far as I’m concerned that’s being a part of Blue Jays history folks. It’s just as important to witness the end, as it is to be a part of the new beginning. When I bought my tickets earlier in the month, I…
It’s early in the morning. The sound of an alarm on a phone rings through the main floor of a house. The summer sun shines through the big window in the living room. It’s time to wake up and get at another hot day.
Back when Broken Social Scene’s ‘You Forgot It In People’ was the cool CD to own and the Nokia Flip Phone wasn’t a thing yet, I graduated from Brock University with a degree in English Literature. I dreamed about being a cool screenwriter slash novelist. I was going to type up something great like Mean…
Hey Charlie ol’ Gibbers here, I know that you’re off to a real rough start. Heck, I’d even say a shitty start if ya want me to be honest with ya – sorry about the cuss. I’m trying to keep the language a lil’ more PG-13. Good ol’ Mrs. Gibbers doesn’t like me cussin’ much…
