Writing the good read
My shrink and I have spent a long time talking me into being less of a news junkie. Because when I focus on the news too much, I get depressed. Really depressed. Stay in bed depressed. So I have avoided the news as much as possible today. I know that five men decided that the…
The purpose of the game is not to get to the end of the inning as fast as possible, nor is it to leave base runners in scoring position for all three of the outs. Indeed, despite the fact that you have a bat and someone throws you a ball, nothing says you must swing….
I’m having a busy day today. Sometimes on such a day, I need a respite. Looking at these cherry trees a couple weeks ago was the equivalent of a little break. Now, I have to rely on the pictures. Maybe you’re having a busy day, too. Put yourself in this picture. Imagine the birds singing,…
I was at Safeco Field in Seattle tonight to watch the Mariners take on the Twinkies. Seeing the Ms play always teaches me something. Here’s what I learned tonight. 1. If your dad works for the team and you have any problem, you have no problem. This is true even if the tickets you have…
Like my father before me, I am a fan of the game, the game being baseball (much to the dog’s chagrin; she has a very different understanding of the game, as I explained yesterday). Unfortunately, my team of choice is the mostly hapless Seattle Mariners. They started the season with two wins and then lost…
Jamie Moyer, the 47-year old starting pitcher for the Philadelphia Phillies, has long been a favorite player of mine. He’s a gentleman, a philanthropist, and an active parent in the lives of his seven children. In his many years with the Seattle Mariners, I never saw him lose his cool. He was respected by umpires,…
I know there are moms who’d rather die than spend Mother’s Day at a ball park, but I’ve been a baseball girl since — well probably before I was born. I wrote a little about it once for Seattle Metropolitan magazine, although that piece is more about my dad’s love of the game than mine….
I know that baseball is over for the year (*sob*). Until the winter manager meetings, I won’t even bother to read the sports section. For now, my baseball reading will be limited to perusing my cousin Jay’s postings at Futility Infielder and his work at the Baseball Prospectus (note of warning: he’s a Dodgers fan;…