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Fan of baseball, garage rock and Americana music, craft beer, and living in Biddle City, Mi.
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FINAL
TIGERS WIN. PLAN THE PARADE.
June 30, 2025 at 1:29 AM
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Wiffle ball in style - thanks to Baseball Central’s owner TJ Runnells and his appreciation of baseball art.

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June 13, 2025 at 1:37 PM
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MLB is celebrating the 12 active Japanese players through custom manholes to be installed at locations associated with the player’s baseball roots in Japan. Cubs Suzuki's will be located in Arakawa Ward, Tokyo & Imanaga's in Kitakyushu City, Fukuoka Prefecture.

Here's what they'll look like:
June 10, 2025 at 9:44 PM
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Today on Beauty of a Game I talk with author Luke Epplin about how vintage sports cards inspire the cover design of his critically acclaimed books.

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Great Design Is In the Cards For These Book Covers
Author Luke Epplin Taps Into His Love of Vintage Sports Cards to Design Covers For His Critically Acclaimed Books
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June 11, 2025 at 11:13 AM
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“Tasted a little tear gas— tasted like fascism”
June 8, 2025 at 4:40 AM
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imagine if we had given billions in govt subsidies to Sun Ra instead
June 5, 2025 at 7:06 PM
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Incredible blog here. This is a gift link: defector.com/what-world-d...
What World Does Bitcoin Want To Build For Itself? | Defector
LAS VEGAS — “We often talk about baseball games as a metric for where we are, and we’re literally in the first inning,” one of the Winklevoss twins gloats. “And this game’s going to overtime.” It’s th...
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June 3, 2025 at 8:23 PM
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The Pope being a baseball fan means it's time for my favorite story. StL great "Ducky" Joe Medwick from the Gashouse Gang once met Pope Pious XII during a USO tour. He said, "Your Holiness, you and I have something in common." "What is that?" Pious asked.

"We were both once Cardinals."
May 10, 2025 at 12:39 AM
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Pro-wrestling legend Dick Beyer wrestled his first match as the Destroyer on this date in 1962.
Colored-pencil card drawing of the Destroyer
April 28, 2025 at 12:30 AM
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ah yes we're going into extras and true to the Manfred man, there's a runner in the night
April 27, 2025 at 10:22 PM
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SamurCy Skubal, “My
blade shall drink deeply this day.”
Orioles vanquished.
April 27, 2025 at 8:24 PM
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The Phillie Phanatic made his MLB debut on this date in 1978.
Colored-pencil card drawing of the Phillie Phanatic
April 25, 2025 at 8:31 PM
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27000 days ago (May 22, 1951), 19-year-old Bob Lightbody, who’s missing his right hand, throws a three-hit shutout for Great Falls in the Class C Pioneer League. He eventually gets sent down to Class D ball and pitches well there, but his career ends in 1951, possibly due to injury.
The Jim Abbott of the Far West League
You surely remember Jim Abbott, the major league pitcher of the 1990s who was born without a right hand.  Rick Swaine, who wrote Abbott’s biography for SABR’s Baseball Biography Project…
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April 24, 2025 at 12:05 AM
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Tyler Soderstrom, Athletics, 2024 Topps
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Colored-pencil card drawing of Tyler Soderstrom
April 22, 2025 at 1:09 PM
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Reggie Jackson & a bunch of kids wearing what can only be described as "Late-'70s summer wear," 1979 #Yankees

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April 21, 2025 at 1:50 AM
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ELLY DE LA CRUZ IS AMAZING
April 20, 2025 at 11:39 PM
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Jack Lohrke survived the Battle of the Bulge and the invasion of Normandy during WWII—but the former Spokane Indians player found life and his baseball career just as perilous upon his return. #GoSpo
'Lucky' Lohrke survived 6 brushes with death
A version of this story was originally published in December 2021.
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April 18, 2025 at 1:18 AM
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Remembering “Rowdy” Roddy Piper, born on this date in 1954
Colored-pencil card drawing of Roddy Piper in “They Live”
April 17, 2025 at 9:48 PM
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I’m a few days late on this one, but I’ve been meaning to draw this CJ Abrams home run (and Landon Knack reaction) ever since it happened last week…
Colored-pencil card drawing of CJ Abrams after hitting a home run, with pitcher Landon Knack pointing at the ball in flight Screen shot on which the card drawing is based
April 17, 2025 at 1:10 AM
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Chet Lemon, 1975 #Whitesox

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April 17, 2025 at 5:46 PM
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Pro-wrestling legend George “the Animal” Steele was born on this date in 1937.
Colored-pencil card drawing of George Steele eating the corner of the card
April 16, 2025 at 6:13 PM
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Matthew Trueblood nails it: "[Jackie Robinson] brought diversity, equality and inclusion into the workplace, not diminishing meritocracy in the process, but introducing real meritocracy for the first time in the history of that workplace." twinsdaily.com/news-rumors/...
Happy Jackie Robinson Day, to All Who Celebrate
There's always what we say, and what we mean, and a gap between the two; what we mean to do, and what we really do, and a gap between the two. We all have a habit of saying what we mean to do, but wha...
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April 15, 2025 at 10:10 PM
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This is absolutely wild
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The "Jackie Robinson Day background" section of MLB's official press release about Jackie Robinson just notes that he was a first baseman for the Brooklyn Dodgers who debuted in 1947. Nothing about the how, the why.
JACKIE ROBINSON DAY BACKGROUND Robinson played his first Major League game at Ebbets Field on April 15, 1947, as a first baseman for the Brooklyn Dodgers. Major League Baseball has celebrated Jackie Robinson’s legacy in an extensive and unified League-wide show of support over the years, including retiring his number throughout the Majors in 1997, dedicating April 15th as Jackie Robinson Day each year since 2004, and requesting that every player and all on-field personnel wear his Number 42 during games scheduled on Jackie Robinson Day since 2009. Major League Baseball aims to educate all fans about Jackie Robinson, his life’s accomplishments and legacy, while communicating his message at all levels of the sport. For more information, please visit MLBTogether.com.
April 16, 2025 at 1:38 AM
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The largest paying crowd in the history of Wrigley Field was the day Jackie Robinson made his debut. Wrigley is the only park left Jackie played a game in. Mike Ryoko was a kid at that ballpark that day and he wrote about it. Take a minute and read this today.

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A newspaper clipping from Mike Ryoko part one: Jackie's Debut a Unique Day All that Saturday, the wise men of the neighborhood, who sat in chairs on the sidewalk outside the tavern, had talked about what it would do to baseball. I hung around and listened because baseball was about the most important thing in the world, and if anything was going to ruin it, I was worried. Most of the things they said, I didn't understand, although it all sounded terrible. But could one man bring such ruin? They said he could and would. And the next day he was going to be in Wrigley Field for the first time, on the same diamond as Hack, Nicholson, Cavarretta, Schmitz, Pafko, and all my other idols. I had to see Jackie Robinson, the man who was going to somehow wreck everything. So the next day, another kid and I started walking to the ballpark early. We always walked to save the streetcar fare. It was five or six miles, but I felt about baseball the way Abe Lincoln felt about education. Usually, we could get there just at noon, find a seat in the grandstand, and watch some batting practice. But not that Sunday, May 18, 1947. By noon, Wrigley Field was almost filled. The crowd outside spilled off the sidewalk and into the streets. Scalpers were asking top dollar for box seats and getting it. Part II: I had never seen anything like it. Not just the size, although it was a new record, more than 47,000. But this was twenty-five years ago, and in 1947 few blacks were seen in the Loop, much less up on the white North Side at a Cub game. That day, they came by the thousands, pouring off the northbound Ls and out of their cars. They didn't wear baseball-game clothes. They had on church clothes and funeral clothes·suits, white shirts, ties, gleaming shoes, and straw hats. I've never seen so many straw hats. As big as it was, the crowd was orderly. Almost unnaturally so. People didn't jostle each other. The whites tried to look as if nothing unusual was happening, while the blacks tried to look casual and dignified. So everybody looked slightly ill at ease. For most, it was probably the first time they had been that close to each other in such great numbers. We managed to get in, scramble up a ramp, and find a place to stand behind the last row of grandstand seats. Then they shut the gates. No place remained to stand. Robinson came up in the first inning. I remember the sound. It wasn't the shrill, teenage cry you now hear, or an excited gut roar. They applauded, long, rolling applause. A tall, middle-aged black man stood next to me, a smile of almost painful joy on his face, beating his palms together so hard they must have hurt. Part III: When Robinson stepped into the batter's box, it was as if someone had flicked a switch. The place went silent. He swung at the first pitch and they erupted as if he had knocked it over the wall. But it was only a high foul that dropped into the box seats. I remember thinking it was strange that a foul could make that many people happy. When he struck out, the low moan was genuine. I've forgotten most of the details of the game, other than that the Dodgers won and Robinson didn't get a hit or do anything special, although he was cheered on every swing and every routine play. But two things happened I'll never forget. Robinson played first, and early in the game a Cub star hit a grounder and it was a close play. Just before the Cub reached first, he swerved to his left. And as he got to the bag, he seemed to slam his foot down hard at Robinson's foot. It was obvious to everyone that he was trying to run into him or spike him. Robinson took the throw and got clear at the last instant. I was shocked. That Cub, a hometown boy, was my biggest hero. It was not only an unheroic stunt, but it seemed a rude thing to do in front of people who would cheer for a foul ball. I didn't understand why he had done it. It wasn't at all big league. I didn't know that while the white fans were relatively polite, the Cubs and most other teams kept up a steady stream of racial abuse from the dugout. I thought that all they did down there was talk about how good Wheaties are. Part IV: Late in the game, Robinson was up again, and he hit another foul ball. This time it came into the stands low and fast, in our direction. Somebody in the seats grabbed for it, but it caromed off his hand and kept coming. There was a flurry of arms as the ball kept bouncing, and suddenly it was between me and my pal. We both grabbed. I had a baseball. The two of us stood there examining it and chortling. A genuine major-league baseball that had actually been gripped and thrown by a Cub pitcher, hit by a Dodger batter. What a possession. Then I heard the voice say: "Would you consider selling that?" It was the black man who had applauded so fiercely. I mumbled something. I didn't want to sell it. "I'll give you ten dollars for it," he said. Ten dollars. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know what ten dollars could buy because I'd never had that much money. But I knew that a lot of men in the neighborhood considered sixty dollars a week to be good pay. I handed it to him, and he paid me with ten $1 bills. When I left the ball park, with that much money in my pocket, I was sure that Jackie Robinson wasn't bad for the game. Since then, I've regretted a few times that I didn't keep the ball. Or that I hadn't given it to him free. I didn't know, then, how hard he probably had to work for that ten dollars. But Tuesday I was glad I had sold it to him. And if that man is still around, and has that baseball, I'm sure he thinks it was worth every cent.
April 15, 2025 at 9:55 PM
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Jackie Robinson. Boys Clubs of Boston Roxbury Clubhouse.
April 15, 2025 at 1:28 PM