Remember Mo’ne’s name if you’re into baseball. And even if you’re not.
I’m digging the poster for the World Cup. Let’s hope Canada doesn’t facepalm.
Enjoying baseball is no more hard than it was before Taffy died, and makes me feel a little closer to her.
Enjoying baseball in the sun in California sometimes means listening to the sounds of a game in Ohio.
Can you teach an old dog new tricks? I think so.
I broke my arm at eleven.
Me running around at various sporty type things over the last few years.
This started when he went to a baseball game and rooted for the Yankees, actually, a few years ago. She called me to ask if I could make a website to petition that LeBron James was an asshole, and tell people to boycott his brand. I’m sure right now she’s looking at ‘King’ James’ exodus […]