A Letter about Baseball to My 11-Year-Old Self

Dear Younger Lucas, Listen, I get it. You’re one of probably 17 Toronto Blue Jays fans in Maine, and you’ve had a rough go of it recently. Everyone else is pumped about the Red Sox finally breaking the Curse. The Jays, foolishly, didn’t generate the budget room they needed to keep Carlos Delgado—the Puerto Rican

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Long Live Joey Bats

When it comes to professional sports, particularly baseball, this saying is tried, true and tired as hell: “It’s a real privilege for a man to make a living playing a child’s game.” To those who abide by this creed, men are serious, down-to-earth creatures who work each day with their heads down, avoiding attention. They

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