John Lindsey makes you a baseball fan again. He takes any indifferent emotions that might’ve developed over the years and returns them to those of a rooting interest.
Ed Graney
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Think of this as your child’s first impression of kindergarten: You get the little one dressed all nice and sweet for the big transition from home to more formal schooling. Spider-Man backpack. SpongeBob lunch box. The works.
A former colleague had this adage by which he would define our profession.
Matt Snodgrass is most alive on a golf course, after seven brain tumors and all the radiation and chemotherapy that goes with them. He turns 21 on May 29, when for a second year he will host a golf tournament to benefit his condition and other young people fighting cancer.
They run. They strut. They play awfully hard.
This time of year arrives and Buddy Gouldsmith takes a stroll across hot coals, a tradition becoming more and more hazardous with UNLV’s latest losing baseball season.
You can sugarcoat certain things in life. How you answer that question from your significant other about her weight. Cheering your child’s few perfect notes among all the missed ones at the piano recital. Faking confidence when telling your employees about the company’s financial stability.
Damn unknown. It always feeds our worst fears. It has this way of appearing at the most unfair times. Kayla Griffith knows of it, and it frightens her.
It would be easier if you could just go George Costanza on a hitter and throw the opposite of what you believe to be the best pitch. But baseball doesn’t work that way.
His father won an AFC Championship with the New England Patriots and yet he has seen the commemorative ring twice. It might be just once. No one thinks about it all that much.
Glen Gulutzan is in his sixth season as Wranglers coach and has directed the hockey team to a second consecutive conference final. He produced three 100-point seasons between 2005 and 2007, the first ECHL team to accomplish such a feat.
If times are tough and a moment of amusement is needed, keep your ears open. At some point, you are going to encounter a person who believes baseball’s steroids era is over.
One e-mail was followed by five. Same with voice messages. It has been a small but steady flow of complaints since the first major league pitch was thrown this season.
There was a time the past few decades when you might have thought of him as Waldo, the character in a children’s book series hidden among hundreds of tiny people doing various things. But he was rarely lost. Not like before anyway. Not like the two years he spent in hell.
