Baseball is almost like a religion for me. Truly, baseball has saved me more than once in my life. When many other things seemed to go missing in my life, baseball was always there.

My favorite older brother went off to college when I was 10. I missed him terribly…

And so we have come to my most famous, and most oft-told story involving baseball. It was a twi-night doubleheader in late June of 1965. The Reds were in town and I was getting two games in for the price of one. That’s how doubleheaders used to work, back in…

My early trips to Forbes Field opened me up to the wonders of baseball, revealing a whole new world of awe and beauty in the game. I felt more at home at that ballpark than I did — anywhere else. Baseball was clearly in my blood, and in my soul.

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My earliest memory of Major League Baseball came three years after the broken nose incident. The Pittsburgh Pirates, our home team, had made it to the 1960 World Series for the first time since 1927, when my mom was 3 and my dad was 9. I was 5 that year…

Anyone who knows me knows that I have a deep and abiding love of the game of baseball. Some of my fondest memories revolve around this fascinating game. My earliest memory, of course, involves getting my nose broken by a baseball bat when I was but 2 ½ years old…

Adventures and Shared Circumstances

We got the sad news a couple weeks ago that my cousin David lost his battle with cancer and passed away, down near Dallas, Texas. Of my 42 first cousins, he’s now the second (that I know of) to go. He’s the first that was younger…