I was blessed to grow up here in Vancouver, on NW 149th Street, in the days when even my oldest brother Mike could not hit another house with a
I was blessed to grow up here in Vancouver, on NW 149th Street, in the days when even my oldest brother Mike could not hit another house with a
“Hey, Siri. What’s the temperature at Poipu Beach?” It had been a frustrating hour for my student and me. Romy had been trying his best to copy the stride
The text messages were still coming more than twelve hours after I watched Chicago Cubs first baseman Anthony Rizzo stuff the baseball into his left rear pocket. An instant
A businessman was trying to coax his son to jump into his arms from the cement deck of the swimming pool in which the man was wading, chest deep. The
“Good judgement comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgement.” — Will Rodgers, American Cowboy and Humorist At 84, my father can still recite much
At twenty-three, I was easily the oldest member of a rag tag group of college players from the Northwest spending its spring break barnstorming through Southern California in March of
Annie Savoy believed in the Church of Baseball. I do, too. The Ballpark Henrietta from Ron Shelton’s Bull Durham tried all the major religions, and most of the minor
ONE DAY YEARS AGO, I SAT IN HANK JONES’S KITCHEN. Hank was a scout for the Los Angeles Dodgers. He had known me since I was fifteen years old,
As the evening sun sets over Portland’s West Hills, cooling the October air and narrowing the gap between its temperature and the dew point, tiny droplets of water born
In Nashville, Tennessee, during the first week of January, 1996, more than 4,000 baseball coaches descended upon the Opryland Hotel for the 52nd annual ABCA convention. Nineteen times since, many of the