It’s perfectly reasonable that Tim would take me for a Strat-O-Matic fan. I write about baseball professionally; I wear t-shirts of long-retired, somewhat obscure players out in public; and I can name you the MVPs of the last 40 World Series pretty much off the top of my head.
Stars like KG, Kobe, T-Mac, LeBron and Dwight ushered in a new era of prosperity and popularity for the league, despite not being able to legally spin a roulette wheel the first night they laced up their sneakers.
When it comes to sports, spring has it all. March Madness. Spring training. Opening Day. The NFL draft. The Kentucky Derby. But from a bettor’s point of view, all fall short of the majestic yet exasperating complexity of fantasy baseball.
I figured if spring training could get me through five seasons of bad Mets baseball, it should also be the perfect way to reignite my obsession with the game. In order to do that I decided to drive into the desert and see as many Cactus League games as possible.
So as the first NCAA championship game began, the atmosphere was a mixed bag, with the nation’s coaches in the stands; with a stand-in band playing “Mighty Oregon” whenever it had the chance; with a radio broadcast; yet with many empty seats.
The eephus pitch is a wondrous thing found rarely in the game of baseball. Its originator, Rip Sewell, was a journeyman minor leaguer with average abilities until a hunting accident forced him to rework his delivery…