There’s not an American in this country free until every one of us is free.
Americans this week have some reason for rejoicing: the Republic has survived another winter and Opening Day is at hand.
That recurrent national disgrace, the Super Bowl, has become history. Hockey’s blood-smeared glaze of ice, once threatening to coat the land, will soon melt like a bad memory.
Even basketball will eventually dribble down in its endless playoffs. All those games of winter provided their small portion of sustenance during the long period of blight and chill from the end of the World Series to the beginning of baseball season.
No matter what the calendar says, no matter what the weather, spring is here, because baseball is about to start again. By paying proper and respectful attention to this important event we all can participate in the rites of spring.
"NY made me stronger, kept me more focused and made me a better, more well-rounded person. For that I will be forever grateful. I never could have imagined playing anywhere else.
I will remember it all: the cheers, the boos, every win, every loss, all the plane trips, the bus rides, the clubhouses, the walks through the tunnel and every drive to and from the Bronx.”
Jeter’s retirement letter via TMZ reads like a love letter to the city of New York. as it should, being the only city he ever played in. Jeter will always be the benchmark for the young Yankee hopeful.
A fantastic overview of great moments in the history of the Dodgers and Giants, lead off by Elaine Perkins of KTTV Sports.
What a pro! A bountiful bouffant of hair, a touch of emerald shadow over the eyes, and a nice New York snarl reminiscent of Suzyn Waldman. What I wouldn’t do to have this dame down to the pool for a mai-tai or two, some press box tales, maybe even a sunset swim. Love.
Anyway, back to ball. This historic rivalry resumes with pizazz on Opening Day, April 4th, 2013, and yes, I will leave said pool, dawn my best broadcasters blazer and cover the action. A news woman/man never really retires.
Alex Rodriguez has set his last record: the longest suspension for performance enhancing drugs in the history of the game. Every indication of his reaction to this judgment points to the fact we will be hearing from Alex again, and he might even play, but for the most part his career is over. It can be seen as nothing but failure, because years from now nobody will remember the 500 home runs, the most slams, the gentlemanly gesture for Cal Ripken to take over at shortstop during the all-star game in 2001will always be overshadowed by his disgraced exit, and hated demeanor.
I’ve been in Reno all week, laying about in a cheap hotel, playing the cards, eating steaks, smoking cigars, and taking a break from writing; basically I’m taking a break from life in general.
This announcement, along with Yasiel Puig tearing up the Florida freeway’s in his pink shorts, has brought baseball back to the top of the deck, and with it the drama of day-to-day life.
My holiday is over. The season has begun in a dramatic, clouded fashion, that’s well suited to the tawdry neon of a glitzy city that baits its inhabitants with chance and easy money, in a seedy way.
So much of baseball isn’t about baseball.